Thirteen year old kids are just naturally smart alecks.  It has nothing to do with TV, school bus education (the farther back you sit -the more you learn) or even rock music.  It is a developmental stage that is ingrained in them and that is all there is to it. To wit. Jilly -bob and I were visiting the Sylvans, our dear Amish friends. Yes Amish as in No TV, No MTV, No Atv, No DVD and no e-l-e-c-t-r-i-c-i-t-y. A new calf had been born and Jilly-bob came running up to me and asked if we could take it back to our farm.  Sylvan Jr.,  the 13 year old,  said “Yeah Ann – why don’t you take it to your farm”  to which I had to reply  “Now Sylvan Jr. you know I don’t really have a farm”. Then with a true smart aleck smirk on his little face came this ” Oh I don’t you don’t have a farm – I just don’t know if you know you don’t have a farm”.  Therefore,  in a tribute to all 13 year old Smarty pants out there my farm will forever more be known as “The Faux Farm”  because even I know it isn’t a real farm.  However, I don’t like to be reminded of it!