There is an ad on my own website: Papist Coffee, Roasted to Order. St. Lawrence (A.D. 225-258) was roasted on a grill, age 32. He is depicted carrying a gridiron. That tickled Alexander, Horror King. His mother and Josh from St. Stephen Sacramento have read some of Alexander’s over 200 pages of screenplays.
His mother tells me that she did not enroll him in a particular school for the very gifted, because the other students are too serious for him. They are the children bound for the Ivy League. What about Alexander? Where will he go? I am no longer his educator. We are collaborators, and collaboration is like gold, not something I should be paid to do.
Last time I attempted complex numbers. OMG! I told him I have to go home and rethink it all. On another occasion, he cupped his hands around my right ear and shouted, "YOU ARE AN IDIOT!" He knew it would start a laughing fit, and learning my speech habits freed him to speak his thoughts, believe me. What was the biggest influence on my language? Mandatory participation in conversation at the dinner table.