一个风和日丽的星期日午后，我和我八岁的儿子托米一起呆在地下室。房间的地板上总是铺满了玩具。托米在玩电脑，而我则在整理将来我退休时的工龄积分记录。突然，托米抬起头对我说：“爸爸，你教我怎么分类，好吗？”“为什么呢，孩子？你要知道，这可一点儿也没意思。”“可? On a sunny Sunday afternoon, I stayed with my eight-year-old son, Tommy, in the basement. The floor of the room is always covered with toys. Tommy is playing computer games, and I am recording the length of service points for my retirement in the future. Suddenly, Tommy looked up at me and said, “Dad, you taught me how to classify, okay?” “Why, boy? You know, that’s a bit boring.”