Hanna and I worked on some grade four math after school and by question four, her head was smushed against the glass table and she had refused to look at the page or drink from her dish.

She said, “It doesn’t matter if I don’t get it Mom. I can’t fail. They can’t fail a kid. Everyone passes.”

I’d like to figure out who the blabber mouth was that told the kids that? Let’s see, thirty kids, two parents each, that’s….

I tried to come up with a logical reason she should care and why she should try but was interrupted by a seven year old asking, “Mommy, can I have a snack? Like cheese and crackers, or a soufflé?”

Sure Sweetie. Check the pantry cupboard on the soufflé shelf. It should be right next to the foie gras and brioche points. Wait, those really should be refrigerated.

Chloe: Mommy, can I have some hot chocolate?

Me: No honey, I’m helping Hanna with some school work and then we’re going to start dinner when I’ll be asking Ellie where she heard the word souffle.

Chloe: Well then I. Don’t. Love. You!!!!!!

Hanna: I don’t like division. I wish I was a woolly mammoth.

I wish I knew what any of them were talking about.