Michael and his dad were sitting on the bed, taking turns playing the drum machine when I walked into the room.
"Mom, do you want to hear my drum session? It's called Dark and Light.
Curtis said, "He is..."
Before Curtis could finish his sentence Michael interrupted. He was confident he knew what his dad was going to say: he was going to tell me about his son's greatness.
"I'm a namer. I'm good at naming things."
Obviously, this was not what Curtis was going to say. "What? You're good at naming things? Everyone can name things."
"Yeah, but I can name things more well."