My son hated --HATED-- homework. I had to supervise the entire process which usually ended with him sliding down into a puddle of obstinacy on the floor beneath the kitchen table.
One day, when I was beginning to fear for his survival...
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| ...I sent him next door to my Dad's house. |
Dad, who was also a teacher, was pretty sure I was being too impatient with the lad. He brought his many years of teaching experience and all his Grandpa super-powers to bear on the task of helping the boy. Here's how it went...
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"So, what is the surface area of figure a?"
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