Am I the only mother who finds scraps of paper all over her house with mathematical equations scribbled all over them?
And the boys never know if they are important.
Maybe, they tell me, snatching the papers from me only to leave them on another surface.
And so, I tuck the random papers in a growing stack, because I do not want to be the mother who tosses the first part of the equation that answers a question plaguing all humankind.
You know, that mother.
But as the stack of mathematical equations towers higher and higher, I have to ask myself —
Am I raising mad geniuses?
I know, I know.
That’s my best guess, anyway.