We were driving through Katipunan; twins saw CCA.
Marco: hey, we’re going back there (to study).
Me: next year, and when you do, don’t be so weird because all your teachers were telling me how noisy you were in class.
Me to Mateo, observing him shrink against the seat: What’s wrong?
Me: What do you mean 42?
Mateo: It’s the meaning of life and everything in the universe.