My brother and his son were over for a jam session yesterday. As they were leaving, my brother asked my son what he had planned for the summer. My son answered with every teenager's favourite word: "Nothing."
Rather than just leaving things at that, I interjected some of my son's plans for the summer. After my brother and nephew left, my son asked me why I had shared private information about him, when clearly he himself, by not volunteering any information, had indicated that he didn't want to talk about it. I replied that I had taken the silence after his demurral as a sign that perhaps Daddy could take a moment to brag about his son's plans a bit.
This is what he said in reply: "Sometimes, Dad, the absence of a sign is the sign." I digested that thought for a moment and had to admit that there was something to his logic. So, next time he doesn't volunteer any information about himself, I won't either. And every time he doesn't do something he is supposed to do, I will have to try to analyze what his inaction means. And when I have it all figured out, I'll write a book.