She's My Pride and Joy
As we drive, my daughter and I talk a lot. Mainly nonsense. We both find it difficult to hold a serious conversation for longer than a few minutes. Often, we'll negotiate how many kisses I'll get when we get home. For that game, I use the opportunity to subtly introduce geometric progressions. Here was this morning's exchange:
Will I get a kiss on your cheek when I get home? How many?
2? OK.
4? Uh-huh
16? That's a lot.
256? Too many!
65536? That's crazy!
4,294,967,296? Uh. Thats. I don't want to say.
No, honey. Go ahead. What are you thinking?
You'll be dead before you give that many kisses.
The above exchange is almost verbatim. Only the numbers have been changed to protect the innocent reader. The progression was far less steep.
