Small Town Living

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Friday, October 3, 2008

4th Grade Math

WHY PARENTS DRINK... A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.' With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, and tattoos, and tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad, she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone.We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren. Love Your Son John P. S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home.

Let me first say that if/when the boys ever pull a stunt like the one above....

Raising boys is difficult at the best times:) Raising boys and trying to do 4th grade math is.....well.....nerve wracking to say the least:) For example...we finished math homework at 10:08 PM. What time was it when we started, 2 hours and 45 minutes earlier? No using hands here or looking at a clock. It must be a formula, equation, whatever they call it now...just some written way to get the answer:)

We don't drink.....yet? :) lol!!!! JK!!!!!

Have a good weekend!

Carrie

P.S. God has blessed me beyond measure.....for that I'm truly thankful! And for those of you math whizzes.....go ahead and laugh at the time it took us to figure out the procedure. We knew the answers...just couldn't explain on paper how we got it! Should 4th graders know military time? Oh, and military time ain't got nutin to do with it:)

2 comments:

Deb said...

I have always said that numbers & letters should never mix to call it math!!

Anonymous said...

I FEEL YOUR PAIN!!
Wendy