My life at home is usually pretty separate from what goes on around me at work. You know, less heroin, fewer aggravated robberies, barely any check forging, and not so much with the driving around the cul-de-sac swigging bourbon.
But just as my court days are filled with nonsense jabbering (yesterday: "I didn't hit her, she must have stumbled into my fists") so are my commutes to school with 6-year-old twins. This morning:
Natalie, pointing to a man on a bicycle: "Gosh, he has weird ears."
Henry: "Maybe he's an elf."
Natalie: "More like an elf who lost his job."
Henry: "What if he lived in Africa?"
Natalie: "Then I think he's going the wrong way."
Also, can I get your help to solve a mystery? It has to do with Henry's homework, which came home yesterday with no instructions. And for all but the last part, even we could figure out what to do. But not the last problem . . .
1. 2 + 5 + 1 =
2. 9 - 4 =
3. 7 + 6 =
So the answers are 8, 5, 13, and . . . ?