I had just asked my son Elijah, who is fifteen, to shut down his computer and the TV and go to sleep. The cartoons he was watching had a bunch of different voices and sound-effects that were driving us crazy, so he said, “Okay, Dad,” and then he shut them off in front of me and jumped into bed.
I closed his door and headed to my bedroom, when I heard that same racket coming from his room again. So I got really annoyed and stormed back to his room, opened his door and said, “I thought I told you to shut those stupid cartoons off!” But he was still in bed, and his computer and TV were still off. So I asked him what was going on.
“I just heard those crazy sounds again,” I told him. He sheepishly said, “Okay, okay, you caught me. It was me. ”
“What do you mean it was you?”
So he started to do four or five different voices, asking questions and answering them in full conversations, back and forth, body and facial expressions in full force. I stood in his doorway, smiling, and in awe, yet again.
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