Sunday night my husband set up his laptop in the living room, and we did the scary work of filling out on-line forms and paying $300, to enroll our son at the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor in central Texas.

Of course, my men turn every activity into stand-up comedy.

When we got to the medical information, my husband asked, "Do you have any bladder problems?"

"Only in AP English," said my son.