Only Toby and Ralph sat on the sofa watching Peter Pan. Paige had taken the opportunity to run errands and nobody else wanted to see it. Toby didn't think the production was bad; the singing was pretty good. Toby had always found the story of Peter Pan enchantingly sweet and enjoyed it every time he has seen it. He also watched Ralph watching it. The boy's eyes were like saucers. He knew the boy was trying to figure out the logic behind the tricks instead of just suspending belief like everyone else. Although, Toby thought, there is an awful lot of color in this. Maybe the boy was over visually stimulated too.
They didn't talk much during the show and Ralph asked Toby what he thought of the Ads during commercial breaks. Toby wasn't sure Ralph had thought much of Peter Pan at all until the end when Ralph turned to him and said," Don't you think my mom is like Wendy, Walter is like Peter Pan and the rest of you the Lost boys?"
Toby grinned. " You know Ralph I was just thinking the same. You are a pretty smart kid you know. And I don't just mean here smart" Toby said pointing his index finger to his temple. "But here smart" He said as he pointed to his heart.