I don't play well with others or color within the lines.

In kindergarten, I threw a punch at a kid who broke the tips off my crayons. Loser. It's still the first thing I think of when I hear his name.

I graduated in 1986, but I thought that Suzi and I were actually born in the same year ('68)... so can I join the club?

Another '68-86'er here, though I try not to spend much time thinking about the fact that Suzi and I are only a couple of months apart; otherwise, I remember that her youngest child will be graduating high school and giving her her life back at about the same time my oldest (and at this point likely only) child will be entering the second grade, and then I go straight into ::never stops crying:: mode.

Which reminds me -

::never stops crying::

I'm curious as to how they'll know they sent it back in time, instead of just destroying it.

The photons aren't going back in time. A message between them is. I think. What I'm getting is, if it works, photon A will show an effect from something that happens to photon B before the thing happens to photon B.

Instead of cause and effect, the effect comes before the cause. The simplest, least paradoxical explanation for that, he says, is that some kind of signal or communication occurs between the two photons in reverse time.

Sparky, you're the cool junior we let sit with us at lunch, and invite to the parties.

Totally.

And yet I still know all the lyrics to Mr. Mister songs.

Somebody has to.

Oh, JZ, you can sit with the cool kids. You were discovering yourself, and look what you found!

I remember that her youngest child will be graduating high school and giving her her life back at about the same time my oldest (and at this point likely only) child will be entering the second grade

Think of it this way: You're so lucky Suzi had K-bug when she was young, because she supplied you with the good example Matilda will follow.

You were discovering yourself, and look what you found!

Absolutely. I'm just going through a lot of that myself now. I feel so naive about so much.

Word of advice to you whippersnappers. Don't get married at 19.

And yet I still know all the lyrics to Mr. Mister songs.

Somebody has to.

Eh. Not so much.

I remember that her youngest child will be graduating high school and giving her her life back at about the same time my oldest (and at this point likely only) child will be entering the second grade, and then I go straight into ::never stops crying:: mode.

::pats JZ's pretty head::

I was almost free. Jake will, gods willing, graduate in just three years, but I've got Sara now, who will go to kindergarten LATE because she's a Nov. 29 baby, thus pushing the whole school-going experience (and high-school-graduating) back another year. I don't want to think about how old I'll be when she trots off to college.

::cries with JZ::

Another class of 85er. Right now, I'm trying to figure out where I should go for my 40th birthday next year.

Clearly, we should all have a big 40th birthday party together.