Multiplication

Dhara asked me to help her with her math homework. I took a quick look and declared, "Ah multiplication!" "What;s that?" Dhara asked. "Well it's like when you keep adding the same number a bunch of times. Instead of adding 2+2+2+2 you would just say 2X4 and get eight" I told her. Then I added a real world example, "Mom gained about 2 pounds for each year we've been married. We've been married 13 years now. So how many pounds has she gained in total?"

Dhara stared at me emotionless for a second and stated quite matter of factly, "Mom says you're a jerk".

"I know you don't like math, but don't change the subject baby. Now how many pounds in total has mom gained?"

"Mom had two babies" Dhara defended her mother again.

"OK now we're talking algebra baby. Focus on the multiplication first." I then led her through the logical steps towards the answer, "So 2 pounds per year times 13 years is ......."

"You'd still be a jerk" Dhara flatly finished the sentence.

"Fine ask your sister to help you" I scolded her.

"She thinks you're a ....."

"Go to your room", I interrupted her and continued, "and tell your sister she's punished too!"

Big Spoons and Health

My wife, Daya, and I were talking about how eating salty chips, something we had just done but rarely do, made the corners of our mouths sore. We speculated that it was the salt. Dhara, aged 8 sitting next to us said, "Yeah I get that too. I just stopped using really big spoons".

Wedding Planning

I'm heading on over to the teapot yesterday when my determined eight years old daughter stepped directly so suddenly into my path that I almost knocked her over. I looked down at her big brown eyes looking back at me. It wasn't the daughter I tucked into bed the night before. She was serious man. It was like staring into Caesar Chavez's face during a tense negotiation.

"Dad!", Dhara began.

"Yes daughter" was all I could muster.

"When I get married", she continued, "When I get married, way in the future, can I have a wedding in the Spring?"

"Sure", I smiled and assured her.

"On a Saturday?", she continued.

"I guess so." I said.

"And in a garden?", Dhara added.

"OK" I answered with a shrug.

"Good!" she said satisfied but still a tad serious and turned and left the room.

"What the hell?!" I said as I turned to my wife for an explanation and continued, "She's 8 and wants to plan her wedding? Hell, I was in the woods looking for the bat cave after school at that age."

"She's a girl, George" was my wife's only reply.