Clara woke me up this morning by leaning right into my face and saying excitedly, “Guess what, Dad!  Yesterday I did apple math.”

I blinked at her.  “What?”

“I did apple math yesterday, and I finished it.  I’m very good at apple math.”

I rubbed my eyes.  “I don’t think apple math is a real thing.” I grumbled, pulling covers up to my chin.

She responded with a thumbs up and a conspiratorial smile, “Today,” she whispered, “I’m going to do banana math.” She held a fist in the air triumphantly.

I opened my mouth to say something, but there were no words.  What kind of ridiculous fruit based math were we teaching our daughter?  Mixing math and food in weird unscientific ways.

She giggled and performed a few jumping spins before darting out the doorway.

As she left I yelled after her, “Oh, hey, Clara!  Happy Pi Day!”