Staas had two forms to fill out as well, one to update the emergency contact information, and the other to sign his consent that Ira be allowed to pick up the kids. He kept those two for himself, and passed the others over to Ira, and sat himself down in the kid-sized chair, snorting a laugh as Ira didn't even attempt it, just sat down on the ground instead. Which left him a bit too low at the table, and shorter than Staas for once.
"How's the weather down there?" he asked, snickering. But then he got to work on the forms, doing his best to slow his writing down, so as to be legible.
Alida too had climbed up onto a chair, sitting between Ira and Emi. "Miss Emi, Mr. Ira had a sleepover last week. 'Cause of the blizzard. Daddy said he'd get sick of mal--mal--maltishon 'cause all he has at home is micelwavable food and if the power went out he'd be hungry. And then guess what! The power did go out! But Mr. Ira was staying with us, so he didn't get hungry or sick or anyfing, and we played shadow puppets and Hungry Hungry Hippos and Chutes and Ladders and CandyLand! Did you know the chocolate guy used to be mol'sis? But nobody eats mol'sis anymore, so they changed it to chocolate."
Staas had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at Alida's narrative, and tried very hard to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him. Not the easiest of tasks, even without an adorable four year old stealing his attention.