Genius skips a generation. And sometimes trips right into others.

Sometimes I'm glad I’m behind a desk all day. Twice this week I've realized my pants have been unzipped, then had to wonder how long I'd been too distracted to notice. I'm going to be that mother who drops her kid at school not aware that he's still strapped to his carseat. I'll absentmindedly think it's his backpack. And the teachers will shake their heads and say, That poor Tricky, good thing he's so gangSTAR.