Ben has made an origami flamingo. He makes the coolest things out of paper.
This morning he is mucking around with said flamingo and a cloth of water. He wets the feet and sets them, then manouvres the flamingo in between a vase and a book so it will stay upright.
"Will you please leave the flamingo where it is?" he asks then and I look up in surprise.
"Because I'm known to get up and disrupt flamingos you've just set?"
He doesn't flinch.
"Yeah, hadn't we talked about that?"
Before I can think of a witty retort the flamingo falls back on the table with a little plop.
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