I walk downstairs at 6am and see things out of place: a Minecraft game guide, a book of Batty Riddles, an atlas. They are all in new locations. The Kindles are scattered around the house in easy-to-step-on places. A flurry of drawings have drifted like snowflakes to the floor around Spencer's seat. This is part of the mystery of learning happening after I go to bed.
Back when I used to enforce bedtimes, reading and drawing happened secretly in the bedroom with flashlights. Now the evidence lies open for inspection as I drink my morning coffee. Late night Learning. What and by whom I do not know; but learning all the same.
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