He stands up and picks up his now sticky daughter. Taking her over to the kitchen sink and sits her on the couter. "Cabinet by the sink." He says. The place they had been when she lived in the house. "My parents got the house from a friend of theirs. So I left things pretty similar to how they had been. Expecially in the kitchen." he says softly. Looking at her. "About two years...I think." He says softly. Taking her plate and puts it away. Listening to her and smiles a bit. He nodded his head and watched her. Washing Starla's hands and face. Playing the mr soap and ms. water game with her. Laughing with her he sets her on the ground again. He walked over to the back door. Calling out. "Might want to come in. Weather is getting worse." He was standing on the back porch.