Perhaps many kindergartners listen to Post Malone from the comfort of their car seats. But my son, Charlie, was precocious in other ways too. At the tender age of four, he gave up Blue’s Clues and started surfing. He began using unexpected punctuation in his speech patterns: “Gimme a chocolate muffin, bro!”
Most dismayingly of all, he banished the skinny corduroy pants and flannel button-downs I had so lovingly procured at Crewcuts and developed an irrepressible loyalty to Carhartt, Kith, and any obscure surf and skateboard brand out of Southern California.
