My 9-year-old is a total yapper when the mood strikes. Ask her about her latest D&D campaign, the goings-on in her most recent Warriors book or the strategies for her next Pokémon Unite battle, and she can relate everything down to the smallest detail. But follow those questions up by asking for a single tiny morsel about school — anything at all — and she clams up. Her gift of gab turns into a chorus of “I don’t know” or “I can’t remember.”
