Miriam is finally at a stage where she dislikes math (who doesn't, anyway?). Don't get me wrong - she's good at math. In fact this trimester she got a better grade in Algebra than in Language Arts. The problem comes when she does not understand her teacher; she decides that it is about the subject matter. It takes a lot of prodding from me before she gives in to asking for help. Sometimes Brahms explains things to her and Tim works with her a lot - not me because I have long forgotten all about Algebra even if it was once a favorite subject of mine.
This Sunday morning she set out to work on her math problems (I give her credit for good planning instead of procrastinating till the last hour of the day). Tim on her side, she began to say, "I should just eat fruit". This comes from her earlier thought that there is life outside of math; that Adam and Eve did not have to suffer with math - they simply ate fruits. Her statement was both humorous and witty; it ignited a long and lively discussion in the house. After some time of working together she gave a statement of relief and grief, "It is a sad thing that daddy is better at math than Mrs. McGee."
Later on you'd heard some whistling and every once in a while phrases like: "Why do they teach little kids about negative numbers? That's just cruel!" or "Ha ha! I figured it out! Yay!" or more whistles in various tunes.
Oh well, it's still Sunday morning. I got some reading done on N. T. Wright's "After You Believe...". Tim is working on some banners for the FCC (our Filipino church). Brahms is at Cornerstone Christian Church (our American church) playing bass with the worship team. Miriam is progressing with her work. The sun is sunny and cold outside; we had to bring our pet dove, Lala, to get some needed sunlight.