Wednesday, March 30, 2011
So the Baby Momma and I were discussing curriculum and teaching tools and got on the subject of math. My eyes brightened.
"Do you know what they are selling as teaching aides? It's a product called 'Math Dice.' They come in all different sizes, like fours and sixes and eights and tens and twelves and twenties. The student can roll up numbers and use them to create math problems on the fly. The dice look remarkably like the Boy's D&D dice. In fact, they are exactly like them!" I grinned and wiggled the empty fake Tupperware sandwich meat holder thingy that happened to be crammed packed with the Boy's dice on the kitchen table.
Baby Momma looked at me as if that was the most insane and nerdiest thing I had ever said. Not even close. The conversation moved on.
Later one morning I'm telecommuting at my desk while she and the Boy are in the middle of lessons at the kitchen table.
"It's math time," she said and pulled out a sheet of blank paper. "I'm going to write down some problems and you can work them out."
She stared at the blank paper, as if taking in the complete and total blankness of it all. It was very blank. She looked up at the Boy.
"Go get your dice."
"Woohoo!" he ran off to get them.
I . . . yeah . . . hmm . . . never mind.