In the midst of some shopping, my husband, Younger, and I visited one of our local restaurants for dinner. Piling into a booth, we glanced at menus and quickly placed orders. Then my husband and Younger reached for their phones. And I frowned mightily until the phones were reluctantly slipped back into pockets. For long moments, the two males in our hunting party simply stared silently into space.
And then Younger looked across the booth at my husband and said, “So, Dad, why is it that water freezes at different temperatures?”
And my forehead thumped against the wood of the table.
I wanted a conversation, and I suppose that’s what I got.
Well, Younger and his father got a conversation. I got ten minutes of drooling semi-consciousness.
Which pretty much resembles our usual dinner dialogues.