Picked up Ferga or did I?

I was overcome by doubt just as I was entering the after-school classroom.

We saw DW on our walk home. JJ 2.0 came over to eat dinner from Picante. Folded an origami Parakeet with Ferga (aka Junior Manager). He seemed to be compelled by origami, perhaps by the printed directions and the chance for at spatial problem solving and a predictable outcome.

Earlier, K came home to the sweet sound of vacuuming in an empty house. Roomba defeated by black hole rugs, by stairway cliff, by a Alpha and Beta's favorite fuzzy prey-toy.