I just went to get a drink of water from the kitchen and saw Franck reading to Clem.
Looking at them both from the side I realized I am not only living with an adult male Vulcan at the moment, but a mini female Vulcan as well.
“Live long and prosper,” I tell them.
Vulcans are not easily distracted, however, and they don’t even deign to look up from their book. Must be some sort of extra-terrestrial mind-meld thing. Those Vulcans sure can concentrate.