This is Pi Day #037
Once you’ve seen one shopping centre you’ve seen a mall.
Kids hit a certain age and they start to get curious about money. Why do we need it? How do you get it? If you have it, why don’t you just spend it? Or if you don’t have it, why don’t you just go get more?
“Money doesn’t grow on trees.” …becomes one of the countless, timeless cliches any parent finds themselves rattling off in a store, from the drivers seat, or following a perfectly calm and seemingly logical explanation of why she needs yet another stuffed animal, this one here in her hand in fact, while I’m just trying to buy groceries.
Personally, I think that probably the only reason I’m not flat broke is budgeting: carefully planning out our spending. Not that you came to a comic website for a financial planning lesson, but in raising a thoughtful little girl and trying to impress upon her the importance of the aforementioned cash handling fact, some of that kid-wisdom often squeezes out in funny, comic-worthy ways.
This is Pi Day #036
If this were a math pun about a bus it would be mostly flat with four equal straight sides.
Public transit. I rode the bus to work yesterday, in fact, and sitting in a slightly uncomfortable seat was greatly offset by the benefits of not having to drive through a snowstorm that ultimately dumped nearly 25 centimeters (that’s nearly a FOOT for my American fans) and left traffic scrambling like so many eggs through the city streets. While most of the city was fighting with traction and visibility, I was fighting a virtual frost troll… on my Nintendo in the relative warmth of the bus.
I mean, sure, it took my twice as long to get home… but just enjoy the ride.
The Kid, of course, spends her bus fare on a different flavour of mass transportation. You know… the yellow kind, with bad shocks and hard vinyl seating. No wonder she thinks the city transit system is such a treat. When we do use it to get somewhere, though, I have to admit that there’s a certain level of QT sitting together on a bus that you just don’t get driving and playing dad’s taxi.
Rhombus. The joke is a rhomBUS.
This is Pi Day #015.c
I’d tell you more dad jokes from an airplane, but they’d probably all go over your head.
This is Pi Day #015.b
I always end up paying more to fly because they charge me extra for my emotional baggage.
This is Pi Day #015.a
Remember, if you get sick at the airport it could be a terminal illness.
It is probably possible to draw some kind of graph that illustrates the usefulness of a kid (or anyone really) in solving a real world problem. On one axis would be a gradient of their willingness to talk to a stranger, driven either by sheer lack on inhibition or perhaps because they personal compelled to reach a solution to a problem. On the other axis would be their general capacity to understand the problem and the nitty-gritty nuances of said quandary.
Unsurprisingly there would a whole region on that graph where the helpful tot would be likely to do more harm than good… no matter how much you love them for the effort.
We hit that region on the graph more frequently these days… and I don’t really know why. A courageous little kid mashing up against the limits of her own comprehension, I suppose. As a good dad, I should applaud the effort even while I’m mopping up the mess.