We were driving to hockey practice and Rowan was looking awfully sleepy in the back seat.
Me: Rowan, you okay back there?
Me: Hey. Buddy. Wattcha thinking about?
Rowan: You’re interrupting my thinks.
Me: Your things?
Rowan: My THINKS!
Me: Oh, sorry.
(Long silence. Too long.)
Me: So… What were your thinks about?
Rowan: (sighs) Now I have to start all over.
Me: Oh, sorry again. But what were they about?
Rowan: I don’t want to tell you because it’s a long story.