Yesterday on the phone A* and I were laughing at ourselves and our quirks. This spun into a silly conversation about, in light of our senses of humor, how our children may end up.
So I take you into the not-so-distant future....
Where the DNA of two brilliant bloggers have combined...
Creating a miracle of modern science and creative cleverness spun out of control...
I present you the continuing adventures of
Miss Smith had taught the lesson to her fourth graders so many times she no longer needed her class notes. Division is a concept little ten year olds had trouble wrapping their little minds around. Experience told her that a lesson followed by practice problems and strategic prompting was the best way to let the idea sink in.
After finishing the lesson she writes a problem on the chalkboard.
"Who can answer this one for me?", she asks as she lowers the glasses on her nose to see the faces of her class clearly.
As usual Little HofzA shoots his hand into the air. Not sure if she was up for what could emerge from the clever little devil, Miss Smith surveys the class for another choice. No one else had their hand up. Her choices were limited to one. She says a little prayer and points to her smartest student.
"HofzA, what do you think two-hundred and forty eight divided by two equals?"
She could see the wheels turn and turn. In typical HofzA style, he rose his hand out of instinct and had yet to calculate the answer. After a moment of wheel-grinding, HofzA bursts out, "128!"
The little evil part of her smiles inside, "Um... look at it again, HofzA. It's not 128."
His little eyebrows crunch on his little forehead before he quips back, "122!"
Her hands drop to her hips and she leans forward a bit, "No... and now you're just guessing."
His lips purse and his eyes close. A flurry of numbers and ciphering speeds through his mind.
"Is there anyone else, class, who actually paid attention during the lesson?" Miss Smith breaks eye contact with her too-clever-for-his-own-good pupil and scans the faces of the other children.
HofzA's hand shoots back into the air.
"What now, HofzA?"