“If it’s alright with everyone here, I have some exciting news to share with you.”

“What is it dad?”

“Are you and mom  having a baby!?”

“No, no. I was approached by the head of the Smuggsworth Program at your school earlier today.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means Rebecca’s test scores were high enough that they’d like her to be in a special gifted class this school year.”

“Really? And I’m the only one who got in?”

“It appears to be so.”

“Woah! Dad, are you serious!? I’ve been dying to get into that program since the third grade!”

“Yes, I am serious. I was in that program, too, as a child, back when we could afford it.”

“Why didn’t I inherit the torch to the Smuggsworth program?”

“Hey, I don’t make the decisions for those things.”

“Mom, if Louis and I didn’t get in Rebecca’s smart class, does that make us stupid?”

“W-What? That’s not an appropriate question to ask.”

“But are we?”

“O-Of… Of course not!”