“Do you want to play soccer?” the ten-year-old son asked.
“Perhaps later,” I answered.
“Do you want to read me a story?’ the six-year-old daughter asked.
“Of course,” I answered.
I sat on her bed and read her a story.
Then I played foosball with the ten-year-old-son, the twelve-year-old daughter and the father of the children.
I’m rehearsing for family life.
The twelve-year-old daughter was kind enough to lend me her bed.