Exam season has started at our house. Matt preps for the PSAT. And the other three are taking college exams. We have standard well wishes for the students leaving the house.
Me: “Take this bag of trail mix so you can eat it right before the exam for a quick burst of mental energy.”
Matt yells out, “Nervousness is the key to failure.”
Cal says, “The answer’s two.” (If it’s not a math/chem/physics exam, then he says the answer’s “C.”)
Generally, the response is an exaggerated eye roll. Then the other day, Ariel was on campus. And a friend told her, “Ariel, the answer is two.”
Ar said, “That’s what my dad always says.”
Ar’s friend, “That man has a great sense of humor.”
Cal thinks his coolness factor has escalated. Now I need to increase my coolness factor. I’m considering offering a mug of French-press coffee, Gatorade, beef jerky. But in either case, I don’t think I’ll escape the my-mom-who-was-raised-by-a-European-thinks-food-is-the-answer-to-everything.