“I look in my closet, and the problems get worse: I have 1 white shirt, 3 blue shirts, 3 striped shirts, and that 1 ugly plaid shirt Uncle Zeno sent me.”
“I’m about to really lose it, when the lunch bell rings. Unfortunately for me, lunch is pizza and apple pie. Each pizza is cut into 8 equal slices. Each pie is cut into 6 equal slices. And you know what that means: fractions.”
“There are 24 kids in the class. Rebecca has 24 cupcakes. So what’s the problem? Rebecca wants Mrs. Fibonacci to have a cupcake, too... I raise my hand and tell Mrs. Fibonacci I’m allergic to cupcakes. Everyone believes me and gets on cupcake. No one has to figure out fractions.”