This weekend, I started to bug Tyler about studying for his upcoming SATs. My favorite 16 year old took a quick look at the phone book sized SAT guide I purchased, and headed out to meet a girl.

Okay, so I see his priorities are exactly where they should be for a high school Junior.

Last night, I gently reminded him that he was not going to learn the material by osmosis.

He agreed, and told me he was going to be a rock star. Did I mention he's been teaching himself guitar, compliments of YouTube lessons, for about a month?

He might be pretty good for a newbie, but Eddie Van Halen he probably ain't.

I told him even rock stars needed college degrees so that they would not get robbed blind, and that he needed to study.

He humored me (see photo) for all of 15 minutes, right before a cute red head came to pick him up so they could go watch her little brother play basketball.

About those priorities....

Robert and I spent last night playing Wii, while Chase and Jordan did a great job of being couch side commentators on our bowling skills.

Tyler came strolling in, post basketball game and cute red head, and joined in the sideline conversation.

Out of nowhere, Jordan said, "hey, Tyler, I searched all over Google and I cannot find anything about Easter Island and bunny ears."

I was just about to take my turn bowling, the Wii controller nearly went right through the TV.

"What did you just say," I turned around and asked, praying he was kidding.

"I needed information on Easter Island, and Tyler told me that it's an island with a bunch of bunny ears."

I was just about to interject my utter and complete shock, but before I could do that, Tyler added insult to injury.

Could this get any worse?

Yes, he was totally serious.

Man, I hope you're gonna be a rock star,boy, because you certainly aren't winning on Jeopardy.

I stared at them both in disbelief.

I looked at Tyler and said, "Tyler. Did you REALLY think that Easter Island is full of statues of rabbit heads?"

He looked kind of sheepish and said, "well, I thought I heard that?"

I know, I know, most adults don't know what's on Easter Island, or why it's called that for that matter.

But rabbit heads? Really?

At the last minute, Chase, our walking, Cliff-Claven-encylopedia of a child, strolled in and although he worships Tyler, he couldn't pass this one up.

"Did you really say that? Really? Don't you know that Easter Island is older than Stonehenge and has statues that the scientists....." and he proceeded to demonstrate why he is so very much like my husband when it comes to retaining, and spitting out, random bits of information. He has done this since he could speak and once he starts, you cannot stop him until he tells you everything you don't want to know about any given subject (a month ago I was putting on lipstick and just as I went to apply it he said, "by the way, did you know women ingest 14 pounds of lipstick a year?")

Chase is like the perfect blend of Leif Garrett, if you are old enough to remember him, and Alec Trebec.

Man, we've got a looonngg way to go before graduation.

I'm trying to be thankful right now.

At least if he was looking for bunny ears, he didn't have Jordan searching for them in the center of a magazine.

(Do you remember your SAT exams? I don't think I did very well, I don't remember my exact scores though. And, I know they are much harder now. It's a rite of passage for both of us. Where's that red wine?)

"True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country."

— Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.