I have NEVER been good at math. Honestly, I've tortured more math teachers during my educational career than probably any other student ever and I'm sure I've caused a few to take the early retirement package.So what's this post about? Well, my kids are now attending public school and my oldest is pretty darn bright when it comes to math. He does pre-algebra and he's only 11. That beats me by a long shot; I think my first pre-algebra class was as a freshman in college and even then, I had some tutors to help me pass the class.
The moment I was dreading finally arrived last week when my smart buddy asked for help with his math homework. I thought I would take a look, just to see if I actually could help, but alas, no. I had no idea how to do the problem myself, much less help him with it. So what did I do? I looked at him calmly and said, "Go ask your mother."





