Rykie and I are the last two at the dinner table. Over my shoulder, I holler at the older three repeating directions they didn’t feel like following. I look over at Rykie and say, “I don’t know why they just won’t follow directions….do you know?” As if she is seriously contemplating my question, she moves a piece of rotini pasta around her plate with her fork, and looks up at me and says, “Maybe they just don’t know how to do life.”