It’s interesting to see my brother, David, interact with his daughter, Sophia, because Sophia is frequently throwing out complications to an orderly running of the home: she will not do this; she doesn't want to do that; et cetera. At four years old, she’s smart. But David is smarter, and that’s where the fun comes in.
It’s detective-story fun, the kind where you watch two combatants outwit each other, like in “Sleuth.” or an Encyclopedia Brown kind of a thing in which you have three minutes to solve a mystery. All the clues you need are in front of you. Go!
So Sophia refuses to do something and my eyes instantly flick to David to watch him think through the riddle and see how he outsmarts his daughter. If you do this, you get that; eat your peas and you can wear your cape; use the toilet yourself and you can have a Gummi; nap now and I'll read you a story.
It’s fascinating. Maybe, although I’m not certain, less so for David.
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