This is one of those times, those times when I wish that I had attended High School because I am very sure what I am doing right now with my mother is what students normally do in classes while the teacher is busy teaching.
We have been passing notes to one another since my father began talking and what my mother writes to me makes me smile, she is been asking me silly questions and telling me silly things which I find hilarious and you can imagine how it will be in writing.
I write a note and pass it to my mother it reads, "mother, the trouble you said you were in earlier on has been multiplied, we should really focus on what Mr. Keys is saying."
"Yes, true, wait I don't need to listen. You listen."
I turn to her and whisper, "mom, be serious."
