Mine is in his thirties, but I let him read and think and he ended up voting for Trump. That’s because he did too much listening and thinking to his mother’s family. Oh, wait, mine’s little better. They ridicule a certain President but voted for him because he was better than the pussy he tried to grab when the debate cameras closed in on her face.
After all, I said, emails are worse than sexual assault.
You’re missing the point, they said.
But that’s a different story.
If I had kids today I would consider the food metaphors. But I prefer to tell a story that explains it in their terms. “The players aren’t protesting the flag. They’re telling the President they don’t want him near it because when he wraps himself in the flag, it has to be burned afterwards. Something about touching dirt. Look it up on Google.”