Our 14-year-old son was like a machine gun, firing off topics at his mom and me without aim.
The dinner table is where we come together to discuss our day, but the other night, my wife and I were not sharing ours. If we got in a sentence, the second we took a breath, our son would fire off a few hundred more rounds about what was going on in his world.
“In English class . . . At lunch . . . You should see the new keyboard Apple is releasing. . . .” The kid had no transitions between talkin...
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