My family makes fun of me because I am bad in math. I don’t mind because it is pretty amusing how bad I am at it. Like I tried to cut the brownies in the pan into equal pieces for our four family members… so I cut 9, of course.
Tonight my husband and I were out taking a walk. We were talking about strengths. He said, “I think there are certain things you are really good at. Like picking colors. Or creating beauty. Or organizing things. It’s scary how easy it’s for you.”
Awww…. what a nice husband.
Then we got to Target and he had a craving for pudding. So he found a 12-pack of pudding.
I said, “Oh good! That’s perfect! Six each!”
Albert looked at me.
“Oh! I mean two. No, four — three!”
Albert shook his head. “Well, Sweetie, you are really good at creating beauty… but you aren’t so good in math.”
I think they could hear us laughing all the way across Target!