I believe that between every loving son and dad is a subtext of competition. Measuring oneself against the older, or younger, not to defeat but just to have the effort and skills acknowledged. It could get out of hand I guess, but my son and I do compete. So, I am on bass now, and my kid has really stupid good technical chops on bass. His funk is crazy funky. But...the old man may have a grasp of more styles and grooves and still a bit ahead in terms of grasp of the harmonic stuff. The battle of drumming is long since over, he is way too good for me to catch up. Which leads to me being asked to play bass and my reaction to it. I am happy to do it, I enjoy playing bass. I am pretty good at it and since the gauntlet was thrown down I am now shedding like crazy to up my technique. So, loads of scales and arps and lines, picked for punk, fingers for more fun, and even working on my slapping along with my own hybrid technique that I am inventing. Which leads to me having a fairly mild form of OCD. I am just super enjoying doing this work. Which leads me to hoping to shock the kid with old man groove next time we play.