A/N - This takes place when the turtles are around two-years-old.
Master Splinter sat in his make-shift living room watching over his four toddlers as he meditated. It would be a wonder to anyone how the rat could concentrate with the ruckus the little ones made. He finished his meditation and opened his eyes to see two of them, Raphael and Michelangelo, wrestling around on the floor. He observed the two carefully to be sure they were not fighting, but after hearing only a few seconds of their laughter, he was certain no harm was being done.
Just outside the action, Donatello was sitting cross-legged while he sucked on his thumb and held his purple blanket to his cheek, laughing and smiling through his tired eyes that burdened him to sleepiness.
Splinter glanced at Leonardo who sat quietly watching a cartoon on the television, eyes wide and mouth agape. The colorful images and goofy sounds made him oblivious to the commotion his two younger brothers were making.
As much as their playful roughhousing amused Splinter, he knew it was time to break it up. Bedtime was quickly approaching and he could never get the two to sleep if they continued to rowl each other up.
"Boys," he said, lifting up Raphael who was on top of Michelangelo, "it is time to settle down." He held Raph in one arm and scooped up a willing Mikey in the other. "It is almost bedtime."
"No sleep, daddy," Raph protested.
"Yes sleep, Raphael," Splinter replied with a grin. "But first, you must settle down." He sat down on the floor and set each of his sons on a knee, and then draped their blankets over them.
Mikey, always willing for a warm cuddling, turned and climbed his father's torso, resting his head on his shoulder and gripping his sleeve in his tiny fingers. Splinter rested a paw on his blanket-covered shell and held him closer.
Raphael, on the other hand, remained defiant. He swiftly crawled off of his father's lap and then stood up and ran straight for Leonardo, screaming and laughing all the way. By the time he reached his brother, he was hopping up and down and screaming.
Without missing a beat, Leo turned his attention from his cartoon and laughed at his hyperactive brother. He began to laugh and scream in unison, flailing his tiny green arms in the air.
Splinter knew he was going to have to reprimand them and once again order them to settle down, but first, he smiled. His sons could barely speak words, yet they communicated loud and clear.