“What do you have in that bag of yours today, Mr. Payne?” Niall laughs as Harry settles the class down, getting them into their proper spots on the circle and making sure they’re all ready for Liam, sitting crisscross applesauce, spoons in the bowl.
“Thought we’d do a special activity with rhythm today,” Liam grins, patting the trusty bag hanging from his shoulder. “Should be fun for them.”
“Rhythm? Liam, they’re two.”