Two or so months ago my son said something which blew my mind. (I’ve been meaning to write about it but never found the time or moment. So here we are. Better late than never, right?) At the time, my son and I, were having another homework fight and in the middle of it he asked me “Why does your shirt say Q?”

This is the shirt I was wearing.

Yeah… I’m not seeing a Q either. Like I was saying, we were in the middle of a screaming match with him being obstinate and me being overbearing and being a total *dadick.

*TM pending 😛

It turns out that the little stubborn piece of generic material was doing some quick math to end up with Q.

A is the 1st letter of the alphabet.

D is the 4th letter of the alphabet.

H is the 8th letter of the alphabet.

D again.

1+4+8+4 is… carry the squirrel… 5+8+4… 9+8 = 17

And guess what, yep, Q is the 17th letter of the alphabet.

He won that argument and got to skip out of doing the rest of his homework that night.

Apparently, it isn’t that hard outSMRTing me.

Dumbass out…

Tootles 😛