Son: Dad, I hear fireworks!
Me: You do? I don’t hear any but I believe you. You have better ears than me.
Son: I do?
Me: Your ears are young so you can hear better than me. My ears are old.
Son: Parent ears only hear bad things.
Me: Bad things? Like what?
Son: Like things breaking and messes and opening things we’re not supposed to.
Me: Hm. Seems that way sometimes, doesn’t it?
Son: Yah.