Nick spent about twenty tongue-wrenching minutes on this before school the other day:
I asked him what it was as he struggled to zip his Osh-Gosh hoodie. I got the grownups-are-idiots look and all he said was, "It's like math, Dad!" (Children often wonder how adults have made it as long as we have.)
I can't really figure out how to punctuate the sentence because I am not positive of the intent of the 'like.' I remember the first time N used the word 'like' incorrectly in a sentence. "...and it was, like, really green" is what I remember, they were in their first year of preschool at the time.
I could easily surmise that that was his intent; "It's, like (duh, eyes rolling), math" It sort of didn't sound that way to me. What it sounded like was; "It's like math, Dad." Not actual, regular, ordinary math, but like that.
There is a third option here as well. What he meant was; "It's Likemath, Dad." Yes, a previously theoretical math that, once decoded and unleashed, will change the very core of our understanding of everything.
I know, that's, like, ridiculous, Dad.
(After looking at it a while I see what he did here. It's sort of the Rube Goldberg of multiplication tables, I think.)
From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'
Mommy: "That is the plan, boys. What do you think? I think it's a pretty good plan."
Nick: "That's because it is your plan..."
Well played, ninja-boy, well played...
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