After the boys had went to make dinner, Caitlin stood from the couch and picked up Charlie's carrier. She went to the infant's nursery and got her ready for bed and then slipped her into the bassinet they had for her. When she was finished, she turned around to see Erin pulling herself up on the rocking chair.
"Be careful, munchkin," she told her.
Erin bounced a little and then fell back on her butt. The little girl just giggled. Thankfully she hadn't Rodney's low tolerance for pain and didn't carry on every time she fell. Not that Caitlin hated that part of Rodney - she found it endearing.
Picking Erin up, Caitlin started out to the living room, stopping when she felt what Rodney and Carson were feeling in the kitchen. "It seems your daddy and paw aren't behaving. They're being bad," she told Erin before going toward the kitchen. She peeked around the corner and watched them for a moment.
"Dada and papa bad!" Erin announced as she pointed at them.
Rodney turned around, his eyes wide. "I wasn't doing anything!" he said.
"Right," Caitlin said with an amused look. She then looked down at Erin. "Think they'll behave if we leave them alone?"
"No," Erin said.
Snorting, Caitlin looked at them. "Our daughter knows the two of you well," she said before turning so she could put Erin in her high chair.