The kids were eating pretzels in the backseat on the way home today. Naomi took five, and after a few minutes, she told me she had half of one left.
I asked, “How many did you have to begin with?” Meaning pretzels.
But I could hear her gears grinding and after a second, she said, “eight – no, ten.” Ten halves – exactly right. Nice – yay!
I am thinking about math, which is another post, but this one deserved its own moment in the sun.
I love when math happens!!ReplyDelete