I tried to get Trevor to come and play with me, build with me, read with me, dance around to the absolutely phenomenal Here Comes Science with me. But, no, he had set up a "fablee-us new exercise course!" in the hallway, and was determined to wait out Clara's marathon homework session so that they could exercise together.
I'm not quite sure why she let him stare at her like that for a creepy amount of time, but she did. And our kitchen is tidy and laundry folded as a result.
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