Mason

I have a confession to make: sometimes I just don't know what to do with Mason.

Take last night. What is a good time for an 11-year-old to be go to bed? I think his lights-out-at-10 rule is very generous. Last night however, I went down to tell him to go to sleep and can you believe what he was trying to read on the sly? The Economist. "It's the 'Technology Quarter', Mom!"

And again tonight. He was watching the Republican presidential debate and pulled out his computer. I told him to put it away. "But I'm doing Khan Academy while the debate is buffering!"

All he ever wants to do is accumulate information!

Mason named his Delaware chicken "Edison Dover Jones"