Try to get a couple pictures of Jack and Emma but met with Jack’s vocal and very loud STOP IT DADAAAAA!!

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.