First things first. I'm pissed. Why? Because I went into Target today to buy a wine cube (the coolest invention on the friggin' planet, if you ask me) and I found out that Target is having trouble with their liquor license, and can't sell alcohol anymore (even though it's on the shelf).
That said, as I was shopping (for things other than the wine cube, mind you), I stumbled on a woman and her daughter shopping for soda pop. The mother had decided that the 100 calorie cans were the best choice for her child, who was yelling at the top of her lungs "they only have 100 calories, mom!, over and over again.
This reminded me of my childhood, when my parents would stop at a gas-station and purchase one 100 calorie can of soda for my brother sister and I to split, as they snacked on full cans of coke, ritz crackers and easy cheese.
The mother, clearly embarassed by how noisy her child was being, sarcastically told her to shut up. So I decided to lighten the moment by sharing the story from my childhood.
Now, I am a terrible mathmatician, always have been. I prefer to hang out in the right hemisphere of my brain. But for some reason this incident turned into a math lesson for the little girl. She seemed shocked that three children should be forced to share one very small can of soda. So I asked her how many calories we each took in.
She thought about it briefly (and mind you this girl was to young to understand long division), and said "20 calories".
I was impressed.
But the mom, I think was even more impressed, and a little shocked that someone would be asking her daughter these kinds of questions. She wanted to get in the game too began thinking about the question herself.
Mom's answer: 30 calories.
"Good job, mom." I said.
"What's the answer??" The little girl inquired.
"Ask your mom. She knows." I said with a grin.
And then I took off.
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