So Benjamin and I are in the car the other day when he announces, "I've been reading that book you wrote about raising adolescent boys." It was all I could do not to snort and spit out my drink when he said that. Part of it was hilarious and part of it was dread...
"So," I said, "Are you learning anything?"
"Yeah, why don't you follow the rules?"
"Which rules?"
"Like why don't you ask me about music?"
"We talk about music all the time!," I say, relieved. "Remember when we talked about Reliant K?"
"Oh yeah, that..."
I'm safe for a few more pages...