My son, Graham, is a typical teenager. He's smart but not always motivated when it comes to school. With a big history test on Vietnam looming, he had hardly cracked a book. "I know he's going to blow this off," I said to my husband.
"He's more mature than that," Mike reassured me. To prove his point, he yelled to the next room, "Hey, Graham, who's Henry Kissinger?""Why?" came the reply. "Is he on our caller ID?"