Every now and then a homeschool mom comes face to face with a hole in her child's education. Usually this takes place in the midst of an activity, like facing death during a wagon ride.
Another one of these moments came upon me the other day while Tiki was in the kitchen making cookies. He asked me if I could come check his batter to make sure it was the right consistency.
Upon examination I realized it was missing some flour. I asked Tiki how much he put in. He showed me the recipe which called for 2 1/4 cups of flour. I asked him to show me the measuring cup he had used. He whipped out the 1/4 cup and waved it in front my face. Further questioning revealed that he had thought the recipe meant he was to put in two 1/4 cups of flour.
I was now a bit worried about how these cookies would taste, even with the proper amount of flour! After helping Tiki figure out how much more flour he needed to add to the cookie dough, I gave it a taste. A little salty, but not bad.
When a parent narrows down these gaps, fractions are usually the culprit. Blue made a pitcher of iced tea once. We all sat down to dinner and she poured the tea. I took a sip and I nearly went into shock. One half of my face squinched up so tight I thought I might have to dig my mouth out of my eye socket. It was SWEET!
Again the question, "How much sugar did you put in this?"
"You said to put 3 to 4 cups!"
I began laughing, and by now everyone was sipping away at their tea, and then gasping for breath as their throats threatened to glue shut from the stickiness of the sugar. "No!" I managed to sputter out between breaths. "I said, 3/4 of a cup!"
At least life is never dull. |
Thanks!
Heidi