“How about you put some of that energy to work setting the table in the dining room?” Henry said in his best adult voice.
Kimberly blinked at him, her eyes large and round. “The dining room? Like when Grandma and Grandpa come to visit?”
“I don’t need anything special—” Leif started to say, but Henry cut him off.
“It’s nothing special, just gives us a little more elbow room than the kitchen table.” It was technically true, although Henry, Leif, and Kimberly would have more than enough space at the small Formica table tucked away in a sunny corner of the kitchen.
“Since you cooked, I can at least help with setting the table. Kimberly, can you show me how to do it right?”
Kimberly nodded sagely, pawing through a drawer for silverware. She held the bundle of utensils to her chest with one
