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“John! She won’t keep her hand flat!”
John looked over to find Sherlock in a wrestling match with Lucy’s fist. Lucy was clearly winning.
“This cannot be developmentally appropriate, John!”
Sherlock’s shirtsleeves were smudged with little green handprints, Lucy having no issue keeping her hand open to mark his shirt.
“That’s it! I refuse to take part in this. When Lucy is capable of making a hand print with paint herself she may choose to make this insipid craft.”
A grin on his face, John sat back with Isla in his arms watching Sherlock rant, still wrestling the infants palms from his shirt.
“Look, Sherlock, this isn’t for Lucy. This is for her parents, so they can look back years later and remember this first Christmas when her hands were so tiny, all cherub-like and such. Look, just take her wrist like so, brush on some paint,” he gently pressed Isla’s hand onto the canvas, “There you have it! A Christmas tree!” John looks up with a grin.
“Fine,” Sherlock huffs as he plops Lucy into John’s lap. “You do the handprints, I’ll clean the girls up. No sense in us both ruining our shirts. Though your jumper should have been on the casualty list, not my shirt.”