There are marathon bedtime story rituals, endless questions about how things work, and monsters under the bed. Lego pieces grow smaller and castles more intricate. He tries the guitar, plays the trombone, saves quarters to buy video games, and collects trading cards, which he keeps in a shoe box under his bed.

　　We get a dog. He loves this dog with all his heart. The dog loves him back.

　　One day his height surpasses mine and, seemingly the next, his father's.

　　He reads an essay by a sportswriter. It lights a fire in him. He starts to write his own stuff, wandering into my office as I try to juggle(杂耍，欺骗) freelance assignments.

　　I feel privileged to read his work.

　　Orthodontics are removed to reveal straight pearly whites. He earns his first paycheck as a baseballreferee(裁判员) but wishes that it had been as a writer.

　　He learns to do the laundry, scrub the bathroom, and make pasta, though he often professes to forget how to do all three.

　　He turns 18.

　　On a cold and rainy Election Day we head out together to vote. After two hours waiting in line, he's the only teen in sight. It's not lost on him -- by the next morning he has written all about it.

　　He gets a job as a blogger, then starts his own website. And all the while there are macroeconomics(宏观经济学) , physics, and college applications.

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