Enoch, over the past 2 months you have started to develop an obnoxious habit of thinking you are smarter than Mom and I in pretty much every way imaginable. You insist you know how to play piano better than I do, how to fight better than I do, and if there is ever something that you disagree with me about, such as how 300+300=600, you insist that I'm wrong and simply won't believe me. This actually frustrates me more than I thought it would. I grew up as the youngest in my family and never had a chance to prove my superiority to my siblings since they were so much older and knew so much more. You, however, know more than almost all your classmates and of course more than your siblings, so I understand why you would think that you are one of the smartest boys in the world. And, you very well might be. You might even eventually be smarter than me someday. But that time has not come yet! And everything you are you owe to us. I taught you how to read, I taught you how to count, how to do math. Mom taught you Chinese. Mom and I gave you our smart genes. I hope you don't forget that!
And so, this was the time when I decided to start teaching you humility. I used to let you win in various games we play, but not anymore. Every time you disagree with me, I won't rest until I prove to you in a way that you can't deny that I am right and you are wrong. I want you to grow up into a confident young man, but also a young man who respects his father. It might be a bit selfish, I know, but it's good for you as well :-)
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