I think every dad has this story. I remember having my boy talk at me for almost 10 hours straight. I was solo parenting during the pandemic. His mom got home, I served dinner, and he kept talking at me.

Somewhere in my mind, I thought, "His mom's home. He'll talk to her." Nope. I had a quiet explosion. My wife noticed and graciously turned conversation to her.

With that said, several years later, it's a delight to see how he's piecing information together in meaningful, insightful, and surprising ways. Still obsessed about a few things, but more interesting observations.