I try again and ask more specific, open-ended questions, like, “How was your math test, or did anything fun happen at lunch?” The answer, again, is “good.” Sometimes, if they’re feeling verbose, they say, “I don’t know.” All in all, by the time we get home, I have no more information about their day than I did before pick up.
Then dinner rolls around, and thanks to three specific questions about kindness, bravery, and failure, “good” is nowhere to be found.