Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?

Abso-freakin-lutely not!

Math. Let's just say, not exactly my forte. I'm the person that has to count on her fingers when adding up her Yahtzee score. I won't tell you how many times I had to take algebra. I'm pretty sure the last time around, my senior year of high school, my teacher just passed me so I could graduate. And guess what??? Never been a problem. Haven't ever had to figure out why x+y=z in the for reals life. Up to this point in time, I really thought I had escaped, scott free. Until yesterday.

My lack of mathematical knowledge has suddenly become a problem, now that I have a child in the fifth grade. Fifth. Grade. Math. Makes. Me. CRAZY.

I started to recognize the problem last year. He would bring home work and it would say write the blahblahblahblah form of this number. And I'd be like, "Ok, Zac, wait here for a minute". Then I would go to the internet and look up the blahblah word and go, "Oh, yeah. I remember", and I was able to help him. How people survived before the internet, I have no idea.

Anyhoo, last night, not so easy. I was stumped on the first question. So I turned to my handy dandy internet and.......uhhhhh.....yeah.......huhhhhhh. After about an hour of really trying to understand the words and numbers before my eyes, and after resisting the urge to kick Mr. Internet across the room, I called Steve. I asked him if he was going to be home any time soon. He said yes, he was almost here. I said good, 'cause I have spent the last hour abusing my brain and I am about ready for the torture to stop.

So he came home and said, "Oh, yeah, this is easy". To which I replied with a look that said, "If you know what's good for you, you will just shut the heck up and help the kid". Steve and Zac finished the math paper in no time. And Zac came up to me and said, "Dad explained it to me in a way that made it really easy". Well, good for dad.

I don't know what we are going to do when the kids homework outgrows both of our intelligences.