The ducks in the park

My wife wanted to lure my son out of the apartment, so she offered to go feed the ducks in the park. The park is a few blocks away, and she had hoped for a slow walk, a chance to talk about things and look around, to deviate from their direct route and study the city they barely knew. Instead, my son urged her to go straight to the ducks, empty the bag with the duck stuff in the pond, and get straight back home. There wasn’t much looking around and talking involved. When my wife pointed to a nice old house, he noted that new buildings look waaaaaay better. “He doesn’t like anything I find interesting and he loves everything I find terrible, like football and online games,” my wife told me after this debacle. “He is an entirely different person!” I guess that’s the kind of revelation every parent has to come to terms with, the sooner the better.