A few hours pass from that interaction, and I'm watching TV with Balfey. More specifically a documentary. Because he doesn't get sports. So...
We watch Life on Netflix instead. Don't get me wrong that s**t goes hard. And it's good to spend time with him.
"See, that's a school of fish, Balfey. Even fish go to school," I inform him.
He glances at me with this incredulous look. "School is just a collective noun for fish. It's not a literal school."
Who the f**k knows what a collective noun is, anyway?!
"Well...if you know that means, you should be a scientist."
Balfey looks at the tv. "I think I want to be an engineer."
I smile, ruffling his hair. Such a nerd.
"Good. You'll be the best engineer. And you know how you can start?"
"How?"
"Fixing the toaster," I smile. "Because that s**
