is my life so unexamined?

M: Mommy, whose fingers are fatter? Yours or Riddler's?

(Crap! This had to be a trick question. I've found those magazines underneath their mattress. You know, ones from Mensa.)

B: um, I don't know.

I'd just never given it all that much thought. That said, both Jeremiah and Mason are becomingly increasingly bored with my "I don't know" responses. I really thought I could hold them off until at least until the 2nd grade.

I better start taking some classes. Via internet of course. Pass/fail, naturally.