“Taaaaaaaaaall,” he’ll say in that sing-song kindergarten way that is 10 syllables instead of one, “Do you know what 88 times 31 is?” Tall ignores him, while Short clicks in 52 divided by the square root of 90026.
“I know the answer and you don’t!” he declares triumphantly to no one in particular.
I understand this need to show others how smart we are, the validation we crave so desperately. Heck, I wrote an entire book so I could feel like I accomplished something tangible.
“Short, show me 49 minus 16, okay?” I prod. He climbs in my lap and presses the keys 16161616.16.
“It’s 61, Mom!”
He gets his mad math skillz from me.
MOV (“Mathematical Original Vectors”)