Suki Math

As I’m furiously writing down calculations, Salem asks me, “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking the number of sprints I’ve done this morning, then subtracting the number of naps I’ve had today, and adding the number of times you asked me a dumb question. Whatever answer I get is the number of treats I allow myself to eat.”

Salem eyes the pile of treats next to me and smiles, “You’re welcome.”

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#IHopeIt’sNotContagious

I’m curled up taking my nap when Salem paws me awake. I narrow my eyes and pause for a second before I decide whether or not to kill him now or after I finish resting and have more energy.

“Hey,” he pokes me again, “why is our little human crying?”

I lift my head a little, “Oh that. He has a horrible disease.”

“No kidding?” His eyes get wide and he stares at the small human slumped over the kitchen table sobbing uncontrollably. He steps back a little, “I hope it’s not contagious. What does he have?”

“It’s called Algebra.”