You called your son Albert. Who is that?

First doctor I interned under. He was like a father to me.

Ah. His words were gold. A brilliant mind. Do you recall what he practiced before he turned to pediactrics?

Child psychia-...

...psychiatry. Yeah. And he always was a slow reader. But these... [indicating his glasses] used to be rimless, and the rest of me... used to be black. Do you know why we choose to look so different, me and the children?

Package doesn't count? One's as good as the other?

Oh, no. The old baggage, old roles of authority, who's the teacher, who's the father, gets in the way of who we really are to each other.