He got a calculator, which he used on the second day of school when he should have been getting dressed. When I hadn't heard any getting ready sounds from his room, I called him in. He came, still in his pjs with his calculator, stating, "Moo-oom, I'm doing math so I don't get behind."
The scissors put a smile on his face. Now his room is coved in paper clippings from his art projects, which are all done after he has been put to bed.
Kyrie needed to have her picture taken too.
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