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Backseat Driver Pretzel Math

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.