...
"What do you mean, 'with Ove'? Where do you think you're going?"
"You have to sit here and keep an eye on them," she states curtly and disappears...
...
"BOOK!" screams the three-year-old...
...
"Read!"...
The three-year-old...disappears from sight, her head reappearing seconds later under his arm with her hands leaning against his knee...
"Once upon a time there was a little train," reads Ove, with all the enthusiasm of someone reciting a tax statement.
...
"You have to...do voices," [the seven-year-old] says.
"What voices?"
"Fairy-tale voices," replies the seven-year-old.
"You swored," the three-year-old announces with glee.
"Did not," says Ove.
"Yes," says the three-year-old.
