Yes, the second update for today. I'm off on holiday for the bank holiday weekend from tomorrow afternoon, so I wanted to get in a couple more updates before then.
The Twin Perils of Homework and Fire
Verity: Is homework easier when you do it with someone else?
Tober: No. It's always impossible. I hate homework.
Lexa: I'm sure it was harder 20 years ago.
Tober: Mummy, that doesn't help.
Ooh. You've been told, Lex.
Roderick: Ahh, peace. That, and I've just learnt how to prepare Key Lime Pie.
Mmm, can you make some for me?
Roderick: Not unless you climb into your computer, no.
I might be short, but I doubt I'd fit.
October gets her first Black Op, one of the scavenger hunts.
Tober: No, really, I agree with Dad. That's never going to fit in my pocket.
No, because there's not going to be any room because your bike's already in there.
Lexa is still not giving up on the potential for minions.
Lexa: There's actually loads of benefits to being a criminal if you're in with the boss. I'd pay you loads, seeing as you're practically my daughter, and you'd never have to do anything risky or dangerous. In fact, you could just sit in the lair and help me plot if you wanted.
Verity: I think I'd rather invent toys.
Lexa: Boring.
Tober is invited over to her friend Lynette's house after school. They do their homework together and play a bit of tag.
Tober: I hate blackboards. They make that horrible squeaky sound sometimes.
This however means that Verity is left to do her homework alone.
Verity: It makes my head hurt.
As every parent knows, you don't get fun time until you do your homework. But as soon as it's done Tober is back on her easel.
Not that Lexa is paying all that much attention to what her kid's doing.
Verity ends up being supervised by the paparazzi. Really, kids shouldn't be allowed to use blowtorches and hammers by themselves, should they? Maybe I hate the paparazzi a little bit less for at least keeping an eye on Verity.
It's not all skilling, though.
Tober: I, October Marie CrumpleSteel, am queen of this realm and so I order you to bring me a new pot of orange paint.
It's a good job somebody was supervising Verity.
Verity: Help! Help! Somebody! Help!
We haven't even got a shower! (There really wasn't one on the lot. There is now.)
Lexa: Install a shower. Next time I might not have a fire extingusher handy.
Why do you?
Lexa: Borrowed Kelsey's years ago.
But Verity is safe. That's the main thing.
Verity: Don't you find your mum appearing in rooms like that dead freaky?
Tober: Yep. But she's a martial artist, so we shouldn't say that too loud. What did you put for the one about the train?
Verity: I haven't even got that far yet! I'm rubbish at this!
Next time: Three birthdays, pranking the art gallery, and driving lessons.
