Chapter Sixteen
“How are the kids doing?” Paul asked, coming to sit down at the table almost an hour later.
He shifted Morah on his lap and placed several colorful stylus crayons and a tablet in front of her. Almost immediately, she started to bring the red one up to her mouth. He calmly raised his hand and guided her small, chubby fingers away from her mouth and toward the tablet in front of her.
“They are having fun playing in the Paint House. We haven’t heard a word out of them,” Creon responded with a grin when Zoran and Mandra both leaned forward to pull the other two colorful stylus crayons away from Morah.
“This babysitting is easier than I thought it would be,” Trelon admitted with relief. “I’ll have to remember to bring the girls down here when Cara goes out. It is much safer
