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Today was the day when Em officially passed me in math; the first time she ever came to me and said, "Do you remember how to...?" and I just looked at her blankly.

She is in third grade and hasn't yet turned nine years of age. I am 42, and have always been told that I'm "gifted." (Though when I was a kid, they called it being a genius, and they said it with a sneer. But that's beside the point.)And yet, here we are.

Partial-product algorithms? WTF?

That was then followed by a question from her social studies homework that I couldn't answer, either. (That one didn't surprise me, though. I never was a history whiz.)

I'm getting older AND stupider. It's so unfair.