My Dad is a Math Genius. Or at least he’s really good with numbers. But not just good. He does all of theses tricks with numbers.
Like, he said, “Charlie, pick a number between 1 and 9.” (I picked 9).
“Now, multiply it by 2.” (9×2=18)
“Add 6 to that number.” (18+6=24)
“And divide by 2.” (24÷2=12)
“Now, subtract the number you picked from that number.” (12-9=3)
“I will just say the magic words ‘Gobbledygook’ and the number you’re left with is….3!”
I begged him to tell me how he did it, but he wouldn’t.
And he does stuff like that all the time.
“And finally, in a couple of weeks, we’ll be handing out boxes of chocolate bars to sell for the league. We really need everyone to pitch in so the league can buy new equipment and pay the refs. Mrs. Patel will be in charge of keeping track of the sales. So start thinking about who might buy some candy from you. See you all at practice next Thursday!”
Selling stuff! Oh no! Grown-ups are always having kids sell things. In second grade I had to sell greeting cards and wrapping paper for a school fundraiser, and it had been a complete disaster. Nobody on my street wanted to buy anything, and my mom only bought one roll of wrapping paper with candy canes on it because she felt sorry for me. I sold the least in my class, and of course Samantha Grunsky, who is ALWAYS in my class and ALWAYS ANNOYING, sold the most in the whole school and won a bicycle.
Eating candy bars is a wonderful idea. Selling them is not.