Right answer, kid
No compunction about being polite, making small talk, making friends – and Number One Son is one of the most well-mannered 10-yr-olds you’d want to meet, and certainly the most well-behaved of our brood. (I’ll caveat that with, “when he’s had his meds.” God help you if he hasn’t.) It so totally floored Random Dude – who might have just been a nice old guy saying hello – that he wandered off flustered, which was totally OK with SOBUMD. I realized later that it wasn’t that he seemed creepy or gave off bad vibes or anything – Number One Son just started with the assumption that this guy had his facts wrong, and couldn’t even remember that they hadn’t exchanged names a few minutes ago. Anyone who can’t even keep up with a few minutes ago just isn’t worth his time to talk to.