On the ride home from school, Ethan quizzed me on my math skills.
E: What’s ninety-three times ten?
Me: 930.
E: Okay, what’s two hundred fifty-six times ten?
Me: 2,560.
E: Oh yeah? What’s nine hundred… eighty-five times ten?
Me: 9,850
E: Whoah. [thinks up a hard one] What’s eight-six-three-five times ten?
Me: 86, 350.
E: [eyes bulge] Wow, mom. You’re really good.
Me: Yeah. I am pretty good.
He doesn’t know I did so poorly in my math class this semester I’m retaking it this summer. Let’s not quell his awe.