So, when Claire is naughty, she gets sent to the time-out corner, and her age is punched into the microwave timer. One minute for every year is the equation we use. By all counts, her sentence is 3-minutes long these days.
Sometimes, unbeknownst to her, I punch in 3.14. What? Technically, that’s as close to her age as 3.00 is…actually, it’s closer.
Why do I do this? Because, random and/or impromptu occurrences of Pi make me smile, and if Claire is in the time-out corner, I need every excuse I can to smile.
And, if the truth be told, she’s lucky the microwave timer only has space for two decimal places, or Momma would get a little carried away. 
No, I’m not going to admit how many places of Pi I have memorized…then you’d really know I was a dork.
It’s too late for that; I suppose. 
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yes, it is too late for that. I have my own dork, geek things but memorized places in pi is not one of them.
Rest assured you’re not the only living dork – when i taught K-1 I recalled a time out schedule for each student…yes…bizarre!
Much, much too late
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