I came home to Potomac for a friend’s bridal shower this weekend.
Me (to Mom): “I’ll take a later bus back to NYC Sunday since it’s Mother’s Day.”
Mom: “Ok, but if you want a ride to the station you should go earlier. I’m golfing at noon.”
(Continuation of My Mother, Trying to Group Text )
Just in time for Mother’s Day…
Entirely unnecessary, but ok…
There are a few kids in my class having a really hard time understanding fractions as parts of a whole. I remember fractions being such a simple concept for me to understand as a kid, so I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to figure out how I learned them so easily.
Then I remembered. It was from my mother threatening my siblings and me:
“You better do as I say by the time I count to 3, or SO HELP ME GOD. One! (blank stares), Two!…(no movement)….Two and a HALF (nothing)…Two and THREE QUARTERS (shit, that’s close to three wholes…should we do something? WHAT COMES AFTER THREE?!)”.
We never found out.
But I’m good at math now.
So thanks, Mom.