My Mathlete
I love math. I love numbers. I have ever since I was a child.
It is tres nerdy, I know. But it explains my career of choice, accounting.
Really, it was either accounting or an actuary, and I went with accounting because you had to take less certifying exams.
I love math, but I also love laziness.
I love math so much I actually use algebra pretty regularly to solve problems.
I love math so much I can't wait for my kids to bring their math homework to me so I can complete it, errr, I mean help them out.
Which brings me to the point of today's blog.
I picked up some Thomas the Train counting and numbers flashcards in the $1 bin at Target. Big E loves anything Thomas, so I figured he'd enjoy all of the pictures.
Over the past two days those cards haven't left his sight. He even brought them to gymnastics with him today.
NO, TEACHER, I CAN'T DO A SOMERSAULT, BUT 2+2=4!
This evening he wanted to sleep with them. The idea of 50 flashcards crumpled up in Big E's bed made me anxious, so I made a deal with him.
I let him keep one.
When I put him to bed, he was not curled up with one of his stuffed buddies like duck, or other duck, or other other duck.
He was curled up with a flashcard.
My heart flipped inside of my chest.
He is going to make an awesome mathlete one day!
I couldn't be happier!
It is tres nerdy, I know. But it explains my career of choice, accounting.
Really, it was either accounting or an actuary, and I went with accounting because you had to take less certifying exams.
I love math, but I also love laziness.
I love math so much I actually use algebra pretty regularly to solve problems.
I love math so much I can't wait for my kids to bring their math homework to me so I can complete it, errr, I mean help them out.
Which brings me to the point of today's blog.
I picked up some Thomas the Train counting and numbers flashcards in the $1 bin at Target. Big E loves anything Thomas, so I figured he'd enjoy all of the pictures.
Over the past two days those cards haven't left his sight. He even brought them to gymnastics with him today.
NO, TEACHER, I CAN'T DO A SOMERSAULT, BUT 2+2=4!
This evening he wanted to sleep with them. The idea of 50 flashcards crumpled up in Big E's bed made me anxious, so I made a deal with him.
I let him keep one.
When I put him to bed, he was not curled up with one of his stuffed buddies like duck, or other duck, or other other duck.
He was curled up with a flashcard.
My heart flipped inside of my chest.
He is going to make an awesome mathlete one day!
I couldn't be happier!
A little trigonometry humor for all my fellow nerds.
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