We started last weekend’s adventure Friday night, when my husband picked up our grandson to spend the night at our house, so we could get an early start on Saturday morning. We were heading in to Oakland for our hotel stay, and San Francisco for our day trips from Oakland, and our first hotel overnight with the grandson.
Friday evening at home consisted of the usual battle of checkers between my husband and grandson to see who was boss. Our grandson, soon to be eight, is now really making my husband work hard to win a game. To lessen the blow of the loss, my husband decided to change the subject and gave our grandson a calculator he had found in a desk drawer.
The old time calculator was a novelty! Number challenges in addition and subtraction flew back and forth between husband and grandson, our grandson challenging my husband for the answers he had gotten by using the calculator, that my husband had to do in his head. Not easy ones either. Then my husband decided to throw in square roots to see if the grandson could get that concept. Our grandson soon got this down with nary a problem.
I was sitting back enjoying all the repartee when the grandson asked me how old I was so he could figure the square root of my age. When I told him my age there was a pause, and then a quiet “that’s ok, don’t worry”, “the square root is the same as how old I’m going to be in August”.
I felt better already.