It's conference time at my kids' school. They are both bright, intelligent, smart, popular and beautiful children. Doesn't everyone think that about their own kids?

So at school yesterday, I found out what my daughter's job in class is. Really. I would have thought her job was "asking Dad questions". I love em to death, but I have answered more questions about bone marrow and computers and bugs and roads than I thought was humanly possible.

She's doing well, by the way.