"Come on, Jack. Crawl smaller. Shall I shrink you, then? As for the children, Max doesn't really mind," Kate said. "He minds more when he thinks you lot are taking care of them all wrong. He believes if you just let him do it, they'd be fine."
"If we let him do it, they'd be eating kibbles and using sandboxes," Michael said sarcastically.
"You'd be surprised what a good father he can be. He spent a lot of time with Dakota when she was little."
"The food thrower," Michael said sarcastically.
"He didn't teach her that," Kate laughed. But he did probably help create that love of adventure in that child. I bet I'm not the only one that remembers all the time she crawled after him behind the couch."
She watched one of the boys looking for Max behind the couch, and Max jumped onto the back of the couch and simply looked down behind the sofa, watching the boys looking for him.
"It looks like he's managing just fine," Edward laughed.
"He's quite fond of babies," Kate said.
"Well, that's a good thing. This house doesn't have any shortage of them," Michael said.