Myles, Seven.

When got into the living room i paused and pointed to the floor. He noted this gesture and put the box down. We continued on into the kitchen where we all ate lunch. Our mothers chattered on and on. Other then the occasional nod or grunt Myles and I were quiet. Not even passing glances with each other, which was fine with me. Lunch ended and they all left. My mother said she would be by there tomorrow to help Sue unpack.