My
mom talked in her sleep a lot when I was in high
school. I could usually hold an
entire conversation with her while she was
sleeping. Once I heard her
mumble, “I know
everything.” I told her she
didn’t know algebra, and she assured me she did. So I
asked, “What’s a
polynomial?” And with the
authority of a thousand professors, she stated,
“It’s when
there’s no toy in your Happy
Meal.