Sam asked me to help him with fractions and I did one crap job of explaining them. I hate math homework. I get frustrated that he doesnt understand my cockamamie method of figuring out how to divide four pies among three kids. I am drawing the same line down the middle of the circle and saying, "SEE? GET IT? HALF? AND THEN HALF OF A HALF?" and he is shaking his head and I'm like, "WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, BUD?" and he is like,

'i don't know what i don't understand.'

No Goff. Good point, eh?


Daddy was home for the weekend and it was GOOD. Gotta go more later!