I sat there, so patiently listening to my boys tell me their highs and lows from the school day. Then came 10-year-old Jacob’s turn, “The problem with being popular,” he began.  Oh, I’m so sorry son.  My brain defensively shut down, when I heard you say “problem” and “popular” in the same sentence.  Okay, I’m back in the game, please proceed with your tale of woe.  Troubled young Jacob continued to describe his difficulties, which involved having too many girls want his help on a school project.  Poor, poor Jacob, I will help you, just as soon as I finish the latest chapter in my autobiography, which covers my teen years, “How we formed together as small bands of wandering youth, thereby increasing our chances of believing that we were accepted.”  The end.