That morning, Mrs. Overwood was making breakfast: scrambled eggs (with bacon) on toast. When Percy got his, he took it into his usual breakfast-eating spot: the living room. As Mr. Overwood was getting his share, he sat down with his wife and commented, "Percy really likes to be alone, doesn't he?"

  "He does," Mrs. Overwood responded, eating at her toast, "just like me when I was his age."

  "Well," Mr. Overwood added with a twinge of concern in his voice, "I know he's got a lot of inventing projects and ideas, which is definitely good, but sometimes I worry about him. He just doesn't talk to us very much. Or pretty much anyone, for that matter. He also doesn't go outside and play with his friends."

  "Yeah," Mrs. Overwood was starting to understand what her husband was talking about, "that's not a good way for a kid to spend their childhood."

  "I know," Mr. Overwood said, "I think I've got an idea to remedy that..."