There are some times when you’re reminded that you’re dealing with a single-track boy. Trying to get him to answer questions about his day is like pulling teeth in terms of frustration. I’m certain that he will only become less communicative as a teenager. Here’s our dinner conversation:
“So how was school, Jacob?”
“Good.”
“What did you do?”
“I played. Had lunch. Had snack.”
“Did you meet any new friends?”
“Yes.”
“What were their names?”
“I’m trying to eat right now, Daddy.”
“Was Mrs. Fuller a good teacher?”
“Yes.”
Apparently, there is now a separate compartment into which all school memories will be dropped, and only Jacob holds the key.