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At dinner tonight Timothy said, "Tell me an imaginary number."

So, naturally, to my six year old, I replied, "The square root of negative one."

After receiving a blank look I tried again, "The square root of negative three? The square root of negative four?"

At this point Timothy gave up and said, "I'll tell you one. How about twenty-teen."

In other news, I got bored while making pancakes.

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  1. BarbaraFebruary 15, 2009 at 8:27 PM

    That's some pancake. I like your imaginary numbers as well.

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  2. GrammyzanneFebruary 15, 2009 at 8:44 PM

    What else would Richard's son say and what else would my grandson say? Story makes me laugh and I know there are many more interesting conversations to come. Your pancake makes my prospective Alamo and Texas pancakes look rather plain.

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  3. Austin's MommyFebruary 15, 2009 at 9:18 PM

    This is funny in a wierd sort of way. It's great.

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  4. JoanneFebruary 15, 2009 at 11:12 PM

    First I laughed about the imaginary number, then I read it to Mike who laughed. Then Brent came in and had to hear what was so funny about imaginary numbers! He'll get it next month knowing Timothy!

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  5. Tamara Robertson TurnerFebruary 22, 2009 at 9:54 PM

    That's funny!

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  6. GrammyzanneFebruary 25, 2009 at 10:24 PM

    I've shared your imaginary number story with several and they have all enjoyed.

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