This weekend, I am in New York, for a wine event and yes, I was also here for the blizzard and frigid temperatures. Lucky me. As I usually do while on the road, I revisit a Sundays are for Sebastian. This one comes from seven years ago when Seba was nine.
Sebastian is my nine-year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
Me: “Sebastian, how did you do on your math test today?”
Seba: “Not great, I got one question wrong, and that gave me a 92%.”
Me: “You got one question wrong and got a 92?”
Me: “What did you get wrong?”
Seba: “I spelled “four” wrong?”
Me: “Huh? I thought it was a math test….”
Seba: “Yeah, it was, but I spelled four wrong. I wrote the short line and the long line but not the other line.”
Me: “What are you talking about?”
Seba: “I forgot the line that joins the short line and the long line.”
Me: “You lost me.”
He then showed me the question on his test:
“What is the sum of all the factors of 35?”
The correct answer is 48 (1+5+7+35), but Sebastian wrote what looked a lot like 118 only the first digit was about half as long as the second.