Those words were spoken by my hormonal son, Gavin, age 11. With any luck, he’ll reach 12. We went to a playoff soccer game together, watched in silence for most of it. Every once in a while I’d say something, make some sorry stab at conversation. His response was limited, bordering on mute. I finally ventured something like, “You’ve been quiet. Do you have any observations? Anything?”
You already know his response.
Sigh. I’m learning how not to react. And some days, failing miserably.