You know, back in the day, in earlier years,
It bothered the hell out of me when my kids knew what was going on
Not in general, because they know anyway,
But with my work, specifically.
It still does, but…
I guess kids are a lot better at figuring stuff out than we are,
And before we know it, they're involved.
That's how it works now, Fin remarks,
When he closes the case with kid from Brooklyn whose name I don't know.
They know, and therefore, they can help.
In a limited capacity, I say, and am reminded of a case from a while ago
Where we wouldn't have figured anything out
If my son didn't seem to be, back then,
Glued to the video games.
True, says Fin, but it doesn't change the fact that they help.
And he's right. It doesn't.
I know he's only thinking about this 'cause his son was the one to come to the squad,
But hell, I'd be thinking about it, too, if it had been one of mine.
So we sit there for a minute,
In silence, because, hey, the case is closed,
But it still doesn't seem like enough.
You can try to protect them all you want, says Fin,
But in the end, something usually ends up happening.
If you watch them forever, I reply, they usually try to get away.
He nods, in agreement.
Yeah, he says. Kinda like this girl. What she wanted was her independence,
And what she got was hurt.
I wonder why it always seems to work that way.
Munch and Liv end up joining us, 'cause
We went to the usual place.
Seems like we've been doing a lot of it lately,
And it's great because it feels like things have finally stopped moving,
Even though they haven't.
And of course, it takes something like this for us to realize,
That maybe the kids aren't invincible, either.