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The boys didn’t have school yesterday, which meant they were home for lunch.

I made a box of mac & cheese.

Sam was unhappy because I only made one box. He was afraid that one box of mac & cheese split amongst five children (Aidan had school) was not enough.

I pointed out that only he, Ryley, and Beatrix liked mac & cheese. There would be plenty, plus chips.

“Well, that’s 17 percent of us!” he moaned.

“Really? How do you figure?” I asked.

“Ryley is nine, I am seven and Bea is ONE! 9+7+1 = 17!” he explained, completely exasperated.

I thought about his computation. If his math is correct, and I’m not saying it is, our family is at 110%.

My only question is how Beatrix, representing only 1.65%, can cause 50% of my daily work?

Something is not adding up.

Stop, drop, and roll

Our neighborhood fire station had an open house yesterday. We went, of course. It’s not like us to pass up an opportunity to ride in a vintage fire truck while devouring free hot dogs and Pepsi. The fire truck doors were wide open for up-close inspections of the steering wheels and gauges. A 75-foot ladder was extended to the sky.

“No climbing,” said the fire fighters in their dark blue uniforms.

There was something for everyone.

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A toesy question

Poll inspired by this post at Chewymom’s.