I would respond by
a. not keeping my laptop near the breakfast table (not helpful, I know)
b. spreading one condiment on top of the other, dumping it down in front of him, and starting on a very dad-like rant: 'when I was your age...'
c. escaping to my study, looking at the view, and reminding myself that the God who created the beauty of the mountains also created the beauty of my son, and that Psalm 127:4-5 is still true even when you begin to seriously doubt your doctrine of inerrancy.
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