Carol’s son, Harry, came over yesterday to play our Wii for about an hour while she ran some errands, and when she returned she asked how things had gone. I let her know that in that hour I had heard Harry speak more words than in the entire four years I’ve known him.
“He had a conversation with you?” she asked.
“Not really,” I explained. “But I heard him say to himself over and over again, ‘This game is so easy.'”