my son: dad?

me: what's up

my son: maybe the real christmas... was the gifts we got along the way

my son: father

me: yes

my son: have you lost all ambition

me: no?

my son: have you lost all ambition for worldly acclaim

me: oh yeah i don't care about that

my son (running out of the room in tears): how could you!

my son: gods create other gods

me:

me: what?

my son (staring directly at me): gods can create other gods

my son: walks away

me:

me: ʷʰᵃᵗ

me: i might be on the autism spectrum

my son: now you have to hide yourself from society and pretend to be a normal person and not be interesting