Math Memories

Boy, was this a flashback to watch. My dad was in town on a school night and Maggie needed help with her math homework. They got down to business quickly with no cajoling, bribery or threats required. Hmph.



Why is it that there was no gnashing of teeth, rolling of eyes, or crying by anyone during this study session? What is it about grandparents that makes them SO much better at explaining mixed fractions to decimals than either of the fully math-capable but not very teachable parents? When they finished, they still liked each other. Go figure. Oh, how I wish they still lived nearby.