At the Breakfast Table

SCENE:
Mother and son sitting at breakfast table. Mother sips cappuccino while eating Entenmann's Rich Frosted donut. Son eats Trix. Both stare thoughtfully out the window, through which the mist rises from boggy woods and birds alight in the oak, waiting their turn at the bird feeder.

Son: Mom?

Me: Yes?

Son: What's thirty-six divided by twelve?

Me: Three.

Son: Oh. I was just wondering.


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4 comments:

Kim Kasch said...

Good thing you knew the answer. Now he will think you're a genius for years.

Just saying. . .

Charles Gramlich said...

Those are exactly the kinds of questions that occur to me early of a morning. "What's 14 plus 6? What's 52 divided by 2? That sort of thing.

Danette Haworth said...

Haha! My list of things to do tries to emerge during my morning fog, but I do my best to suppress it, at least until after cappuccino.

Danette Haworth said...

Kim, in the afternoon, the questions become more difficult: What's a million minus 13 divided by 2 minus 108?

I've learned to make up answers (thus ensuring my reputation!).