"It's past your bedtime," Is what you say to little kids, according to Murphy. It's not inaccurate either.

Charlie's too busy being completely overjoyed at a very small kitten to actually care about such paltry things as bedtimes, however, so he adds a firmly. "Charlie."

"But daaaaaaad!" Charlie turns and gives his father his best sad face. "I never get to see uncle Walter! And he brought a kitten and the new Victor lady."

After a minute of Wild West-esque staring down, Murphy relents with a sigh. "Fine. But only for a little while."

Charlie not only goes straight back to being overjoyed, but decides grabbing Walter's free arm is a good idea. He tugs him in the direction of the living room. "Come on, I want to show you something!"