Son was last night, moaning and groaning and doing in fits and starts, work for his English class on 'Hamlet'. Later on as I was heading upstairs, I glanced down at a sheet of paper he had in front of him and assuming it was the English homework, asked if there was anything I could help with. Was told the paper was work for his physics class and that my help was not needed as I probably couldn't understand it. Niiiice.
Wish I could find a way to record and preserve such moments to use when he has his teen(s) to deal with. Perhaps too my father is having a good chuckle.