So, a horse walks into a bar, claiming to be able to do arithmetic. The bartender says, “OK, what’s 2+2?” “10”, says the horse adding, “Well, think about it. Why would a horse use base 10?”
Anne was in kindergarten this week, where each day one of the children is chosen to be the focal for the class, a sort of student spokesperson. This works out pretty well, especially if you are a visiting substitute, instead of half-a-dozen students shouting out that you are doing it all wrong, you can ask the class to be quiet, so that the focal can explain to everyone what is supposed to be done next. On this day, the focal got to choose the exercise of the day. He chose burpees, which is like a squat-thrust. Back in the day, when I was in school, we didn’t call them burpees. I’ve never been able to get Anne to do calisthenics, but she did twenty of these burpees, plus other exercises too. Maybe it was because she was being paid to do them or maybe this little guy had so much charisma that getting Anne to do burpees was a piece of cake. Later that day, he had opportunity to turn on the charm, when staring at Anne, he asked her, “What are those lines on your neck?” Coming to a conclusion, he announced that it was because Anne was almost getting old. Strangely, Anne was feeling a bit stiff this morning.