Going around the dinner table, my wife asked a simple question, “Who has homework?”

This inquiry was met with the usual grumbles, groans, and a mention of “twenty minutes of reading.” I patiently waited my turn.

Finally, the murmur at the table died down and I gleefully added, “I’m going to replace a broken toilet seat!”

Yes kids, homework never ends, it just morphs into a less desirable forms.