Lately
he will simply sit enclosed
focused on another world
somewhere he feels more at home
with a script he and his can own
Later
he will emerge,
shifting focus,
slowly taking notice
adjusting to a slower gravity
reverting to a lesser fluency
but no less forthright
not giving his words away
without a fight
and so we fight.
Speaking as a father of a boy with his boyness turned up to 11 with a little exaggeration. We never really fought.