My grandson, Mason Arndt, is a junior at Middlebury College in Vermont. This semester he is enrolled in a political science class in which the professor is quite formal and known for asking hard questions of his students.
My daughter, Jeni Arndt, Mason’s mother, lives in Colorado and serves as state representative for her hometown, Fort Collins.
During a recent session in Mason’s political science class, the professor called on “Mr. Arndt.” Mason perked up.
“Mr. Arndt, can you name the governor of your state?”
“Yessir. That would be Jared Polis.”
“And your senators?”
“Corey Gardner and Michael Bennett.”
“Very good. Now, answer this one. I’ve never had a student get it right. Who is your state representative?”
“That would be Jeni Arndt.”
“Impressive. How is it that you know that?”
“She’s my mom.”
In retrospect, Mason wishes, instead of answering "Jeni Arndt" to the professor’s question, he should have just said “mom.” He did say that his professor has become a bit less formal and now chats with him frequently.
I got such a charge out of this little incident that I had to share it.