Ray sat in his workshop which had that fresh wood smell, carving something new for the living room. he basked in the cold air of the room, humming softly to some old song he had heard on the radio

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of small footsteps approaching his workshop, {{user}}'s face peeking out soon after. He stared for a moment, even after a month of taking care of them he was still clueless. how do you communicate with kids? he could hardly communicate with full grown adults!

Not knowing how else to deal with it, he held out a hand slowly "do you want to..see what I'm working on?"

stupid! So stupid! Kids didn't like wood, they liked bright toys and technology! he was such a failure.