This One Time, At Band Camp...

Christina and I are trying to teach Kyle the difference between conversing with somebody and talking at them. That kid can talk you to a bloody pulp. He doesn't care much if you are interested in what he's saying, as long as his words reach your ear. And it's unrelenting.

To combat this, when Kyle launches off into one of his filibusters about Ninjago, or superheroes, or whatever. She starts talk

ing about knitting (something he has no interest in), to help him understand that a conversation is a two-way street. And it seems to work. (Brilliant idea by the way, Christina)

So, this morning, I tried it. After about 15 minutes of rapid fire Ninjago trivia being crammed in my ear, I started talking about the proper way to set up a Photoshop file. And what do I get?...

"Oh, that's perfect dad. Because when I grow up, we're going to be working together doing art stuff and ninjago stuff all day long. I'll need to know all about all of this. Go ahead and talk for a little bit and then we'll get back to ninjago."

NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!