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:<\/p>\n
“So how was school, Jacob?”<\/p>\n
“Good.”<\/p>\n
“What did you do?”<\/p>\n
“I played. Had lunch. Had snack.”<\/p>\n
“Did you meet any new friends?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“What were their names?”<\/p>\n
“I’m trying to eat right now, Daddy.”<\/p>\n
“Was Mrs. Fuller a good teacher?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
Apparently, there is now a separate compartment into which all school memories will be dropped, and only Jacob holds\u00c2\u00a0 the key.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … <\/p>\n