So, having a math-inclined child, I of course opted to buy him a Pi t-shirt for Hanukkah. The first 100 digits of Pi written out to make its symbol. Black. The boy likes black t-shirts. Easy-peasy.
The problem? Take a look and see if you notice.
Yup...it's wrong. Even I knew that Pi starts 3.1415. Later I found out that it is also missing a 1 between the 7 and the 6 on the second row. Geesh! (Okay, I didn't know that second one, but still: geesh!)
What's a mother to do? Well, of course I ordered another. Navy, to see if it would make a difference. It did! Pi righted. But he decided to keep the bad pi as well. I think he kind of enjoys seeing how many people notice that it's wrong.
Life, with geek (that's a term of endearment and a compliment in my house, by the way).
PS: Sam just read the blog post over my shoulder. When I asked if he was done, his answer was: "I'm Schrodinger's Son. I might be done, I might not." Heavens, I do love this boy.
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