It brings to mind my high school algebra teacher who made her students memorize the answers to the multiplication of same numbers up to twenty-five. So eleven squared is 121. Okay. But that doesn’t ring any bells with me, either.
When I was with my children at the cell phone store a few weeks ago, the clerk was explaining the annual cost of a service at $12 a month, that was…He looked at me and said, “I’m terrible at math.” And I looked at him and said, “One-forty-four.”
Outwardly, my kids were not impressed, but I know they were amazed by their old mom’s quick response.
At least, that’s what I’m going to believe. Either that, or they weren’t listening to me. Oh, dear. That surely couldn’t be the case, could it?