I really like math, and even though I'm glad my kids' school stresses math skills as much as it does, I'm not sure I understand the need for every kid to answer a Math Fact within three seconds. Frankly, I'd rather TwoBert figure a sum out by counting on his fingers than be told he has to rely on rote memorization.
The school is also really into having parents sign things, especially when it comes to practicing math facts. Every night, each son has to practice math for at least 10 minutes, and the parent has to certify that this vital practice did indeed actually in fact happen.
And woebetide the father who tilts at the efficiency windmill and tries conducting these sessions with both kids at the same time:
"OK. What's 3 + 5"?
"Duh. That's way too easy."
"IT IS NOT! DAAAD!"
"Stop taunting your brother."
"Dad. Ask me what the square root of 49 is."
"Why ask that if you already know the answer?"
"Because he doesn't know what a square root is."
"YOU'RE THE SQUARE ROOT OF STUPID!"
"I'M GONNA PUNCH HIM IN THE BUTT!"
"RELAX. Both of you."
"Yeah, relax, Stupid."
"THREE PLUS FIVE IS EIGHT, STUPID!"
"Let me ask you something, hot shot. What's the cosine of 45 degrees?'
"Um. I don't know."
"Are you stupid?"
"No. I just don't know that yet."
"OK. Do you think your brother will know what a square root is one day?"
"YES I WILL."
"I think so, too. So is he stupid?"
"AM NOT! I JUST DON'T KNOW IT YET!"
"Answer the question."
"Ms. [Redacted] says 'stupid' is a 'bathroom word'."
"Don't get me started."