I think he’s 15 now but maybe his dad can clue me in while playing the Beatles’ tune and I’m telepathically send Weird Al’s “Happy Birthday” number.
Hoping he’s having a good time despite having to go to school at the edict of Patton Oswalt.
Kid: I’m 15!
Adult: Who gives a shit, go to school!
Dad will make it up to him over the weekend. I for one will need to find something he likes because he’s at an age when you make numerous cool discoveries.