Teddy liked doing things, but he liked thinking about things as he did things. Sometimes he ended up doing more thinking than doing. But, being the age he was, he didn't like sitting around too much either unless there were books or telly involved.
"More people." He chewed on that for a moment. "Do-- do you think father might show up?" he asked. He doubted she would have the answer, but he wanted her opinion.
Setting the biscuits aside, Teddy hurried to find a broom. For all he knew, grams could walk through the door at any moment. Okay, that was unlikely, but so was winding up in an apartment with his deceased mother. "Yeah, she does that. It took forever to convince her to let me keep him," he said as he grabbed a broom and began to sweep. He froze, realizing what he'd said. Then he continued to sweep, rather nervously, hoping his mum wouldn't notice the slip.