Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I love that thing. It makes me feel like a powerful business dude crunching numbers or something. Truth be told, I only really use it for kid homework and measuring for DIY projects. But still-- I really really like it, a lot.
I figured that getting out the extra special calculator would make things extra fun. I presented Em with my prized possession and received no major fan fare. Fine.
We proceeded with the lesson and every time I turned my back he was pushing buttons. He hit the tax button, the 1/4 button-- basically all the buttons I'm not really sure how to use or reset. Stupid calculator.
I'm starting to get a little huffy and tell him to stick to the lesson and quit pushing buttons. He says, "I can't help it! Then all look so fun!"
I give him a dirty look and start to read him the next problem. It's 54-27. He punches it into the calculator and it says 27. I tell him to do it again. Same answer.
Now I'm steamed. I start punching in the numbers and no matter how many times I push = it keeps saying 27! Damn calculator!
I'm so frustrated by now, I lay into Em about pushing buttons and ruining my favorite calculator blah blah blah... Everyone else in the kitchen has gone quiet. I try to regain my composure and go to the drawer and pull out another calculator.
I start to show him the problem 54-27 and the screen again reads 27. A flash of anger hits me and then I stop dead in my tracks.
54-27 actually is 27.
Um.... ha ha, sorry little buddy.
Perhaps you and Dad should finish this together. I think I need a break.
I hate calculators. They think they know everything.