All across the country, clueless fathers are asking their tweens and teens the same question: “What is ‘Six Seven’?” This question is being met with gales of laughter and an identical response: “It doesn’t mean anything, Dad  ” — the emphasis on that title, which not so long ago was wreathed with the sweet breath of filial affection, serving to punctuate their scorn. “No, really,” the especially dense father might persist. “It has to mean something!” More delighted laughter, more eye-rolling at this supreme display of parental idiocy. “It’s just ‘Six Seven,’” they say, moving their hands like they’re juggling an invisible ball.

Since at least the spring, “Six Seven” has been the bane of middle-school classrooms, a social-media-fueled wildfire that has burned without abating. One teacher

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