“I don’t know, do we have to read? Can’t we do something else for a change?” he asks as he pulls on his striped, flannelette pajamas.
“Why, what do you want to do?”
He shrugs. “Watch YouTube or something.”
“We don’t learn much from YouTube, Sam.”
“That’s not true,” Willow calls from her room. “Everything I know I learnt from YouTube.”
“Is that where you learnt to eavesdrop?” I call.
“Funny,” she calls back.
I throw Sammy a wink. “I know, right? I’m hilarious. And I learnt it on YouTube,” I shout.
“Oh God,” I hear her mutter.
I think for a moment. What is something we could watch together, the three of us?
“I know. We could watch cat videos,” I say. Sam frowns. “What for?”
“Haven’t you ever watched cat videos on YouTube?” I ask, shocked.
“No.”
“Will, have you?” I call, knowing
