I’ve never been good at math. All those questions about trains going certain speeds reaching destinations at 11:29am, then asking how many passengers ate peanut butter sandwiches between point A and Tz. Or the endless questions about triangles – they have 3 sides people!!! Isn’t that all I need to know?
So what hope is there for me to figure out this formula? This one has stumped me for years. I’ve looked at it from every angle, I’ve graphed it in a pie chart, made endless notes about air pressure, flight paths, and the probability of the sky falling. I’ve paced out steps, colour coded charts, and scribbled illegible notes on sticky paper around my office. But still, this formula escapes me.
So I plead with you now to help me with this question -
“You have 3 children. How many questions are you allowed to ask each child in one day?” Take your time, it isn’t as straight forward as it first appears.
The first question can be met with enthusiasm on a good day, tolerance on an average day. Some days I’m allowed to ask a follow-up question, or even a flurry of unrelated ones. Other days this is it, my quota is up. There are times where a long painful sigh is the answer, other times I’ll get a full-blow-by-blow account. Other responses include anything from lets sit down and have a cup of tea to discuss the meaning of life – through to glares, eye rolling, and shoulder shrugs. So again, take you time to figure this out, it’s a complicated formula.
But in the meantime, as I wait for your answers, I’ll just keep taking into account my kids age, time of day, the alignment of planets, and ask as many questions as there are peanut butter sandwiches on the train. Either that, or I’ll simply keep asking till the line runs out.