I like giving my kids math problems. It’s comedy in action.
When Vivian and William were five, I blogged about fun-with-math. I wrote:
A couple of years ago, in a good parenting moment, I started playing math with them while driving. I gave them number problems, and they figured out the answer (or not). The game went like this: “If Mommy, Daddy, Vivian, and William are home, and Grandma and Grandpa come to visit, how many people are in the house?”
They’ve become pretty good at it, too. So good, that I’ve started taking creative license with our problems.
On a recent family outing, the scenario was this: “If Vivian and William are throwing Cheerios at each other and Daddy is still sleeping, how many people are left when Mommy runs away?”
Nothing like passive aggressive behaviour to make me feel better.
Now that William and Vivan are 7, the math problems continue.
Sometimes I use them to manipulate my kids. “If you have 2 messy beds and no one cleans them up, how many minutes of TV will you be able to watch?”
I’ve also used math problems to steal food: “If you have 12 Easter eggs and Mommy eats 4, how many are left?”
But a couple of nights ago, my son began making his own math problems.
This one was my favourite.
Picture William swaggering up to his dad and posing this question:
“If I had 100 daddies and 19 died,
how many do I have left?”
A simple math question that addresses fidelity, promiscuity, paternity, and death in under 15 words.
I grinned, looked at my husband and said, “Enough to help Mommy in lots of ways.”
Any numbers (real or imaginary) in your life this week?