“I don’t want to,” whined seven-year-old Nathan.
“We have to,” his mother said. “We have to keep up with your work. I don’t know when your school will be open again. You can’t fall behind.”
She was trying to normalize the situation. They stuck to the school’s schedule while working at their kitchen table. They were trying to complete a math assignment, Nathan’s least favorite subject.
Looking up from the papers, she saw Nathan staring at her.
“What?” she asked, exasperated.
“What time is it?” Nathan queried.
She checked her phone.
Nathan smiled and stood up. “It’s time for recess.”