A year later...
Eight year old Jazz was sat at the kitchen table. Several text books open in front of her and an untouched bowl of cereal at her side. "Jazz," Three year old Harry said from across the table. "What you doing?"
"Hmm..." Jazz said, looking up from her books. "Oh, uh, High School studies."
"But you're eight!" Harry said.
"I know I'm eight Harry, but I need to stay on top of my studies and getting ahead is even better!" Jazz said.
"But, I wana play!" Harry said, pulling himself up so he was standing on the chair.
"Go play with Danny!" Jazz said.
"I wana play with you!" Harry exclaimed.
"I don't want to play, Harry," Jazz said.
"I do!" Harry said. "If you're ahead why don't you take break an' play!"
"No," Jazz said. "Harry, if I want to stay ahead I have to keep working!"
"But you eight!" Harry said. "You still kid! Kids play!"
"A kid is a baby goat Harry," Jazz said. "I am not a baby goat."
Harry humphed and jumped off the chair. He walked around the table and reached for one of Jazz's books. "If you won't play then I study!" He sat on the floor with the book propped open in front of him.
After a few minutes of staring blankly at the book Harry said, "Erm, I'm gonna go find Danny!" Jazz laughed at the three year old.