My kid asked me why I was reading the instructions
I told him I'm at that age where I actually read them now. He said 'Dad you're only 38.' Yeah well apparently I'm 38 going on 68 because I spent 20 minutes reading how to set up a tent last weekend instead of just winging it like I used to. My wife found this hilarious.
38 is when you realize instructions aren't the enemy, they're your friend. I started actually reading assembly directions instead of winging it around 36 and life got noticeably better. Your son will understand in 20 years.
The brutal honesty of kids man. At least he didn't ask if you also need reading glasses now. That's the real kick in the gut.