Uncle! I officially get too many updates from the three schools that my four children attend. I don’t think my parents even knew what grade I was in half the time, and I turned out . . . adequately. I am now officially tuning out the tsunami of emails, regular mail, newsletters, notes in folders, notes in the margins of homework, homework in the margins of notes, and any other form of contact from the school (with the possible exception of a phone call from the nurse telling me one of them is on fire). Somebody text me if my kids are graduating.