“They literally think custom puzzle crates are normal childhood behavior.”
that’s because you’ve spoiled them beyond repair.”
“You are not helping.”
“I’m trying actually.”
Another soft laugh escaped me.
Small.
But real.
Marcus leaned back comfortably after that and started talking about random things on purpose.
Terrible things.
Completely unserious things.
Apparently one of his employees accidentally sent a company wide email attachment that was just a grocery list.
Another worker apparently quit after a workplace disagreement involving microwave etiquette.
Then somehow the conversation shifted toward children again.
Marcus talked about the first time Eli beat him at chess and celebrated like he had won an international tournament.
“He stood on the couch,” Marcus said, fully serious. “Like physically stood on it and announced himself as ‘The Destroyer of Adults.””
I covered my face laughing.
“That sounds exactly like him.”
“And Ava,” Marcus continued, “still intimidates me a little.”
I looked up immediately. “Ava?”
“Yes. That child asks questions like she’s conducting interviews for government clearance.”
That made me laugh harder.
“She does that to everyone.”
“She asked me what my five year plan was once.”
I choked laughing.
“No she did not.”



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