squeakpigsrevenge:

I am soooooo late!!!! But I loved this prompt. Thank you!!!

“I’m going to be Louis Pastuer,” Sherlock said.

“Not sure who that is, Muffin, but sounds good. What do we need to buy?” Greg asked, twisting his face away from Jawn’s hands that were patting his cheek.

“Ima Be a y’ego. O’gay. A y’ego.”

“A terribly handsome lego.”

“He’s the inventor of pasteurization,” Sherlock huffed.

“Exciting. A lego man, Jawn?”

“Pasteurization is the hallmark of modern society. Shelf stable milk is a miracle.”

“I y’ike mil’g,” Jawn had settled in Greg’s lap and was chewing his own fingers.

“You sure you don’t wanna be somethin’ else?”

“Y’ike a y’ego?”

“Or, I dunno, a fish or a kitty?”

Sherlock turned his nose up at them and went back to ‘reading’ a picture book.

“You can’nah be a red y’ego cause ima be a red y’ego.”

“A red lego?!? Not green.”

“No. Red. Gotsa ha’b eigh’d bumps.”

Greg buried his face in Jawn’s neck, “You’re a charming little bit, you know that don’t ya?”

Jawn squealed and wiggled off Greg’s lap, “sto’b id, G’eg’ry. Bumps is ‘por’dant!”

“They are called studs.”

“So’m I when your brother has had to many glasses of sherry. OI! Hush!” Greg shouted over a chorus of ‘ewwws’.