»Noemi? Where is your brother?«, Isabella asked her daughter, when she stepped into the living room.
Noemi took a look around and pointed towards the hallway.
»He has gone on a crawl,« she answered her mother before going back to drawing with her crayolas.
»Matthew cant crawl yet,« Isabella said disbelievingly.
»Tell him that, mom … he's been doing it for the last two weeks … just not when you or dad watched him,« Noemi said dismissively.
Isabella blinked.
Her kids were impossible sometimes.
She walked into the hall and found him in front of the bathroom door staring at it like it had offended him.
Isabella burst out laughing.