The Verbalist runs into the room when I call him.
"Put on clothes," say I. It is 10 am, his cousin is visiting and everyone else is dressed.
"I can't, Mom. I'm late for my staff meeting - I have a presentation." He runs off and I am speechless. Staff meeting? I detect father emulation.
Drifting in from the other room comes the Muralist's dulcet tones:
"Make a space: I brought doughnuts." Ahhh, my kind of staff meeting.
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