Precocious. A short story about bad communication and father/son relationships".

"Exactly what kind of stupid shit have I gotten myself into this time?" I asked my father.
"Don't worry, it only gets worse ... er ... better I mean," he replied.
"Growing up I invariably figured the two of you knew inherently how to raise us, now I question my ability to survive even my pregnant wife's wrath, much less an incessantly crying baby."
"Funny you feel that way. Your mother and I raised you despite our ignorance and oddly enough I feel no more qualified now than I did more than twenty years ago."
"Oh, thanks for that. You know what? I seriously doubt, based on your uplifti…