Math. My heads hurts thinking about the subject. Since I can’t excel past a 3rd grade level (I cheated of what would be the next 9 years of my school life) (Kidding~ maybe…)
When I was in Jr. High, I remember soliciting help for a math problem I couldn’t do. All of them were your typical story problems, until I came to one I could not do. I still remember the Math story problem which was—AND I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP—
Q: Why did the nomad put his tent on the stove?
Seriously. That was the question. Stumped, my friend Kari and I stared at each other and laughed. We flipped to the back of the book and raided the math answers. The answer?
It was 3! WHAT?!
If anyone can figure that out, I will crown you as Math Queen for Nomad Eternity.
So, math is not my subject of choice. My husband is on math patrol around here in helping the kids with their math homework. He’s smart. Book smart. And I’m…..well—so he was helping my 6th grader with some math homework.
Halfway through her homework, he started laughing. He then called me over and shared with me my daughter’s jewel of a math problem. A problem she did ALL. BY. HERSELF.
Here’s the math question:
If you had a fraction strip folded into twelfths, what fractional lengths could you measure with a strip?
Her answer: Your thumb
“Your thumb?” I turn to look at her.
“Your thumb is at least an inch!” she protested.
Uh…that’s not what it’s sayin. But what’s even funnier—I can TOTALLY see her reasoning in how she answered that problem. Which makes me laugh harder.
Second part of the problem, part B:
How is your answer in part (a) related to the factors of 12?
Her answer: Because they are.
Oh, Math. Why must you confuse and complicate so many?
I guess the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.