One of my problems, as a dad, is I have a lot of trouble advising this extraordinary human. He is a fantastic pianist. He plays computer games but they are simulations about astral mechanics. He starts talking about thrust ratios, orbital mechanics and engine efficiencies. When it's time to relax, he does things like this:
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That's a piece of printer paper and a piece of charcoal that he made himself. I can't do any of this. I'm scared to death sometimes.