Nate has an uncanny knack for people’s names. Learning them. Recalling them. He’s quite adept at navigating his “Russia 2018 World Cup” program, using the table of contents, to confirm what he already knows to be true: Mbappe plays for Paris Saint-Germain. He knows most everybody’s national team and club.
He also knows everybody on Jake’s basketball team and gets frustrated with me when I confuse Blake (the good, brown-haired tall kid) from his team, with Bryce (the good, brown-haired tall kid) from his brother’s team. The only discrepancy I’ve caught is that he’s completely convinced Rocco is named Baracko.
“It’s Baracko, Mom. Bah-rock-o.”