“There sure is!” Jud said, smiling at his son. They’d spent the day at the museum and were relaxing in the late sun of the day.
“I don’t get it,” he said, shrugging. “I mean – we’re sitting here outside having some lemonade. How is that math?”
“Fair question. Take a look,” Jud said as he motioned toward the backyard. “What do you see?”
“I see Mom’s garden with the walkway around it. I see Pam’s mini picnic table. And I see the swingset on the other side of the yard. Pretty much totally non-math, if you ask me.”
“I can see how you’d say that,” Jud responding, thinking. “So how about we go on an outdoor math journey?”
“I’m not buying it, Dad,” Tom said, trying a tactic he’d seen his mom use, “but because I love you, I’ll humor you.”
“Just because your mom says that, doesn’t mean you can,” Jud said, tousling Tom’s hair. “Come on – let’s do it!”