Classes have started, and the usual first-week crises have ensued, so I'm far too wiped for a proper post. Instead, it's the return of Friday Fragments. My Mom sent The Wife some old pictures of me, from high school and college. Actual conversation: TW: You look so skinny! Look, you barely have shoulders! You're like a rail! The Girl (reassuringly): Now you're nice and big, Daddy. Uh, thanks, honey. Conversation from earlier this week: The Boy: Dad, do I have to go to grad school? DD: Noooooo. Noooo, you don't. Nope.