it’s already 11 pm, and your 12th son Gaz can’t learn the verse. You sighed, turned on the camera and went to the kitchen where he was already asleep on the couch and the book was on his stomach.

• “This is how we learn poetry, right Gas? Gas!” you said while filming him.

-"A?" said Gaz sleepily opening his eyes.

• “Are you learning poetry?” you asked.

—"oh.." said Gaz taking a deep breath.