Remy scowls at Olivier from his sprawled out position on the living room floor, leaning back against the couch.

"Can you believe it?" he asks his oblivious son, who is happily crawling on his belly toward the bookcase. "Your mère blames me for this! Thinks I'm the reason you've escaped out of your playpen three days running."

And that is also the reason he's now stuck babysitting instead of Kitty. Because Rogue blames him.

Remy suddenly stares as his not even toddling child manages to climb onto the first shelf and reach for the next and...

He groans.

Olivier giggles.