Hot Cross buns, chocolate and bank holidays over, it's time for the serious business of the Easter holidays. Revision. Both teens have bac exams (part one for one, part 2 for the other) coming up in June.
Now, I hate to generalise. But. One of these children is a girl, the other is a boy.
One is sitting in front of meticulously prepared notes – complete with highlights, annotations and colour coded underlinings – that were prepared during the February holidays.
The other is horizontal, watching videos on an iPad and telling me to chill.
The exams aren't till June. Light years away.
Reader, I leave you to guess which is which.
Pretty sure I won't be much help with physics, I ask my son what novels he is studying in French.
'Er…there was a big one at the beginning of the year. Very long.'
'Title? Author? Any clues here?'
Er, no. I think I might have read it though. Or maybe that was a different one...'
I persuade him to bring his work downstairs. He tosses a bulging folder onto the newly-cleared dining-table.
'Yes, but which subject?'
'All of them.'
I pulled the elastic ties off to let loose a jumble of scraps of paper, a bit like a shoebox full of VAT receipts that have been stuffed away for the accountant to sort out.
I pick one out at random. 'What's this, for example?'
He peers at it and does his lovely anglo-gallic shrug. 'German, I think. Or…hang on – no, maybe it's physics.'
I relate this tale to his German teacher, whom I happen to know socially. 'Oh yes,' she says, 'a lot of the boys have files like that.'
Am I meant to take comfort from this?