Little Johnny comes home with an F in math.
His dad looks at the report card and sighs.
“Johnny… what happened?”
Johnny shrugs. “Well, the teacher said I don’t understand fractions.”
Dad frowns. “Fractions aren’t that hard. What exactly don’t you get?”
Johnny replies, “She kept talking about halves and quarters… so I asked her, if I eat half a pizza and then another half, do I have two pizzas?”
His dad pauses. “And what did she say?”
Johnny grins: “She said no.”
Dad nods. “That’s right.”
Johnny: “Then I said, ‘Well, that’s where we disagree.’”
The dad tries not to smile… then shakes his head.
“Johnny, that’s not how math works.”
Johnny: “Well, it works for my stomach.”
Sometimes the problem isn’t understanding math… it’s negotiating with pizza logic.
