Me: Hopping up on my youngest son’s bed, “What-cha doin’?”
Youngest son: “Just going through my Pokémon cards.”
Ah, Pokémon. He’s been collecting them since he could talk. Many a Pokémon playing cards have been stuffed into Christmas stockings, wrapped neatly as birthday presents, or presented as a congratulatory “Hey I know spelling isn’t your best subject, but you got 7 out of 10, right? Nice!”
“See,” he tells me, “THIS one is rare. It’s really cool. “
