"Teach me. Teach me. Teach me.", my nine year old said as he bounced in front of me.
"No", I said, "I can teach you woodworking if you want, or maybe some skateboarding tricks?"
"No. Teach me that."
"How about cooking, or computer programming?"
"No", he said resolutely, "I want you teach me how to do that."
"No, you are not to learn that from your father", Lynne yelled from the next room.
"See, your mother agrees with me, now what I else can I teach you?"
"Nothing", he said and sulked off into the living room.
"So that's it? It's 'teach me how to belch on demand' or nothing, eh?"