Conversation With A Teenaged Boy

Our Younger Son went on a ski-trip with his high school yesterday. I called him at around 5 p.m. He was on the bus, on his way home from Hunter Mountain.

This was our conversation.

Me: How're you doing?

OYS: OK.

Me: How was the ski trip?

OYS: Good.

Me: How were the conditions?

OYS: Good.

Me: How'd you ski?

OYS: Pretty good.

Me: How was the weather?

OYS: Good.

Me: You weren't too cold?

OYS: Nope.

Me: Did you eat dinner?

OYS: Nope.

Me: Would you like me to bring you anything? I'm going to Olympic Pita with OYD.

OYS: Sure.

Me: What would you like?

OYS: Steak.

Me: Ok, see you later.

OYS turns 16 next month. The good news, based on experience, is that he will probably resume talking in other-than-mono-syllabic-sentences in about three years.