Emma lectures me on Super Man as opposed to Super Boy. She makes a book, folding a piece of paper drawing on it, on the cover. She hands me a page to put on my desk. Is this for me? She nods firmly, proudly, like she completed something, a project and wants me to acknowledge it, display somewhere or at least have atop that stack of papers and cords on my corner desk in the quarantine corner.
Try to get a couple pictures of Jack and Emma but met with Jack’s vocal and very loud STOP IT DADAAAAA!!
