“You two planned this,” I said.
Aga tilted her head slightly. “We prefer the word coordinated.”
I sat up properly now.
“Weekend,” I said. “I will take you out this weekend.”
“No,” Eli said again, already shaking his head. “Weekends are crowded. Inefficient.”
Ava nodded. “Today is optimal.”
I stared at them.
They stared back.
Calm.
+15 Bus
Certain.
Like they had already won.
I sighed.
Because the thing about raising very smart children is that you lose arguments you technically should win.
“Fine,” I said. “But you are not going alone.”
“We are not babies,” Eli said.
“You are exactly babies,” I replied.
“Big babies,” Ava corrected.
I got up.
Walked to the dresser.
Pulled out two small tracker watches.
Held them up.
“Wrists.”
They exchanged a look.
Then obeyed.
No argument.
Which was suspicious.
I fastened Eli’s first.
Then Ava’s.


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