I found out because Phoebe was in the room.

She was at the table doing homework while Grant went through a list with me, and he got to something about school pickup routing, and my twelve-year-old did not look up from her work and said:

“Uncle Grant, you’re doing the thing.”

The room stopped.

“What thing,” said Grant.

“The thing where you say what’s happening instead of asking.” Phoebe still did not look up. “You did it about my school. You did it about Chattanooga last week.