Scotty felt something poking at his eye and he almost jumped out of his skin. He looked over and saw a toddler peering at him and trying to wedge his eyes open.
Scotty relaxed and smiled at his son. Well it didn't look like that bar on his feet kept him from exploring. He had climbed down from the bed in the other room and had wandered into the living room.
"Good morning buddy," Scotty yawned.
"Cheese!" Crash replied.
Scotty sat up and looked at Crash's smiling face.
"Do you want some cheese?"
"Cheese," Crash confirmed.
Scotty lifted him into his arms. "How about we change your diaper first."
Scotty located the diaper bag, his eyes sweeping the apartment for anything out of sorts that his son might have fiddled with before he'd poked him in the eye.
He made a mental note to baby proof the apartment and then got his son's diaper changed.
"My cheese!" Crash reminded.
"You eat cheese for breakfast? How about eggs? Daddy will make you eggs."