I’ll pray for your son!
I just read a paper Tom wrote that his English teacher and classmates said was perfect. It had Comma Chaos, and he kept ending his clauses with prepositions. He was gloating, “It doesn’t have to be good: it just has to be better than anyone else could do,” including the teacher.
Tom is vastly above average, also vast, but someday he’s going to run into a categorical superior and get the literal and/or figurative snot kicked out of him.
It’s like those two guys who were walking across the Veldt when one of them noticed a cheetah looking at them in a hungry-cheetah fashion. He started putting on his running shoes.
His compatriot said, “You don’t think you’re going to outrun a cheetah just because you put on running shoes, do you?”
He replied, “I don’t have to outrun the cheetah. I have to outrun you.”
Yes, that. Tom will one day meet his “Comeuppance” and he will be a better man for it. For now, he’s still growing. Mental and emotional will probably take a long time catching up with the physical.
I’m going to WinCo. Wally’s doesn’t have whole chickens.