FTW: Bathroom Math

Mini-Pirate is our family's official Toilet Paper Czar. After my wife arrives home from her weekly supermarket sweep, Mini-P is charged with the task of opening up the pack of t.p., and distributing an equal number of rolls to the bathrooms in the house.

The following conversation took place today after Saucy brought home the groceries:

"Kiddo, your mom bought toilet paper. Are you going to put it all away?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Cool. Hey, how many rolls of toilet paper are there in that pack?"

"Um... twelve."

"'Kay. And I forget -- how many bathrooms do we have?"

"Three."

"Huh. So how many rolls should go in each bathroom?"

"Erm... oh, I know. Four."

"Wait. I'm not sure that's right. Are you positive?"

"Of course I'm sure! There are twelve rolls, and we have three bathrooms, and twelve divided by three equals... (she quickly checks again in her head) four."

"Oh, yea. That's exactly right. I forgot about division. Good job."

Mini-Pirate snaps her head up and stares at me.

"Hey!!! You just made me do math!!"

"Nuh-uh."

"You did so. You made me do math on a Saturday."

"Oh, I guess I did. Sorry about that."

She looks at me through narrow eyes for a moment. Then, she plucks out rolls of toilet paper and walks away slowly. As she climbs the stairs I hear her mutter:

"Crafty. But it won't work twice."

We shall see, Youngling. We shall see.