model airplane on the shelf, and asked six questions without taking a breath.
“Did you make that? Does it fly? How long did it take? Is it real wood? Can I touch it? Can you teach me?”
Ezra looked at me.
“Does she ever stop?”
“Only when she sleeps.”
“I heard that,” Emma said.
The following Sunday, Ezra had placed two pieces of wood, sandpaper, and a small hand drill on the table.
Over the next month, he helped Emma build a birdhouse.
He never completed a step for her