I feel sorry for kids these days. They get so much homework. Remember the days when we put a belt around our two books and carried them home? Now they’re dragging a suitcase. They have school all day, then homework from six until eleven. There’s no time left to be creative. The hardest part for me is when my thirteen-year-old is complaining about the workload. I agree with him. I’m supposed to be responsible and support the teacher. But it’s like, ‘You’re right, son. This is bullshit.’