I told him to just wait until he was older and got to play with radical expressions.
I actually have fun doing them. It is just when I'm trying to do my math while helping my kids with their homework, and all of the sudden I look at an answer to an addition problem and realize that somehow I got twitterpated and did it as a multiplication problem, that I get frustrated. I'm rapidly running out of erasers.
Hmm, goldfish sound good. Drat, we are out of them.
I'm avoiding laundry. Shhh... don't tell anyone. I have one load left to do (until my kids bring out their dirty laundry, but I don't want to think about that) and just can't find the umph to fold what is in the dryer, transfer what is in the washer, and start the next batch. Where are the Good Laundry Faeries when you need them? My house seems to only get frequented by the Bad Laundry Faeries. Maybe I just need to find some ruby sneakers, tap my heels together and say "There's noplace like Rome..." and it will transfer me from my life of housework to an Italian Villa.
OK, back to reality.