“It’s a good thing Peter is an architect,” Sylvia said to Michael, as they watched Peter and Jack dismantling a wall. “If I tried to rearrange a space like this I’d probably bring down the roof. I’ll miss your painting, though.”
“I’ll do a new one,” Michael reassured her. “Something Mary will enjoy this time.” He reached down a finger to the baby, who took it and tried to fit it into her mouth.
“That’s why we keep them,” Jack contributed. “Peter fixes things; Michael decorates them.”
“And you?” Sylvia asked, amused.
“I give them stuff to fix and decorate!”