Today Cat found her father’s high school yearbook in a closet.

“Mom, what is this?” she asked.

“Daddy’s yearbook,” I replied. “Do you want me to help you find funny pictures of Daddy so that we can laugh at him?”

“That would be awesome.”

Darling Hubby was innocently cooking dinner when I yelled down, “Honey, what year did you graduate high school?” I wasn’t sure and wanted to make sure I was looking in the right class year for his picture.

“83″ he yelled back.

“Wow Dad,” Cat shouted, “You graduated in 1883? That is amazing. You just missed knowing President Lincoln.”

We’re pleased with her knowledge of presidential history but clearly need to spend more time this summer on math.