Twenty Questions

The boys had a blast at the Children's Museum.

I've become keenly aware that finding out any morsel about Caleb's day involves at least twenty questions and a whole heap of good luck.

Here's how my fact finding mission went this evening:

Me: Caleb, how was school?

Caleb: Grunt.

Me: I couldn't understand your response. How was school?

Caleb: I'd like to leave it a mystery.

Me: At least tell me one little thing about school.

Caleb: I read a book.

Me: What book?

Caleb: I can't remember.

Me: What was in the book?

Caleb: I don't know.

...and on it goes until I finally just give up.

Chris comes home shortly thereafter.

Me: How was your day?

Chris: Grunt.

Me: Did you have any interesting patients?

Chris: Not really.

Me: Anything funny happen?

Chris: No.

Me: Do you want to talk about anything?

Chris: Not really.

I'm starting to see a pattern.