@squeakpigsrevenge

Embie:
Despite the sock index, his socks are constantly only half on. One usually lost. Luckily he likes mixed socks when he’s small 

Sadie:
Nine times out of ten, he ends up barefoot. He likes to wiggle his toes. 

Embie:
When he’s teeny tiny his favorite game is having someone pretend to eat his toes 

Sadie:
That’s G’egs favorite time; he could sit and listen to Sherlock laugh like that for hours. 

Embie:

“I’m soooo hungry. Mycroft, is it time for supper?”

“We can order in if you like.” Mycroft said without looking up from his paperwork.

“Fee’, fee’, fee’!!!!”

“Feet for supper? My favorite!”

Mycroft would huff about the squealing laughter.

Sadie:
Sooo cute! 

Sadie:
Sherlock has quite a
sizable collection of ‘little’ socks for someone who’s barefoot so much.
It’s similar to the dummy situation…so many bright, cute choices, at
relatively low cost, and options are readily sold everywhere.
His favorites are the long toe-socks that make his toes look like ten little bees. 

Embie:

“Bee, bee, bee!!!!”
Instead of “fee’ fee’ fee’!!!” Greg tells him that his toe jamz taste
just like honey. John makes gaggy noises but Sherlock is delighted!

Sadie:

Greg would cackle heartily, then tell Sherlock to go give Daddy a ‘taste’.

Embie:

Jawn just sits there with his arms crossed when Greg pretends to eat his f’wogs. ‘Tha’ is nah funny, G’eg.“ 

Sadie:

"I disagree,” Greg said, squeezing one frog and making it squeak. “Your frogs think I’m hilarious.”

Embie:

Jawn frowned, unwilling to disagree with the wisdom of f’wogs. 

Sadie:

“Wha’ does o’vver f’og
say?” Sherlock piped in, leaning over Jawn’s feet. He had taken off one
of his bee socks and was cuddling it to his face like a mini-blanket
while he sucked his thumb.

Embie:

Greg leaned in and listened intently as the frog squeaked a few times. “This frog doesn’t speak English.” Greg shrugged.

“He said ribbit ribbit. That’s all.”

“Y’ibbit means no.” Jawn pulled his foot out of Greg’s grasp.

Sadie:

“Then how do frogs say ‘yes’?” Greg asked, grinning at him.

Jawn chewed on one of his fingers and stared down at his froggy-feet, thinking.

Sherlock reached down and squeaked the other one, giggling as Jawn tucked his feet further away and glared.