Chapter 7 Bonbons and Footballs
The next day, Miss Daisy brought in a box with ribbons on it and told us she had a surprise.
“What’s in the box?” we pleaded.
“It’s a secret.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”
“Well, okay,” she said, opening the box. “It’s bonbons!”
Miss Daisy said she thought we might be able to use them for arithmetic problems so we could learn together. She put the bonbons on the table in the front of the room. There must have been twenty or thirty of them. “Can somebody think up an arithmetic problem using bonbons?” she asked. “Andrea?”
“If you had three bonbons in a box,” said Andrea as she put three bonbons into her pencil box, “and you had three boxes just like that, how many bonbons would you have all together?”
Miss Daisy looked at Andrea’s pencil box for a long time, counting in her head and on her fingers. Any dummy would know that three boxes with three bonbons in each box would equal nine bonbons. Three times three is nine. But Miss Daisy didn’t seem to know that. Finally she just opened up Andrea’s pencil box and popped the three bonbons into her mouth.
“Who cares how many bonbons I would have?” she asked. “As long as I get to eat some of them!”
Miss Daisy really needs a lot of help with arithmetic.
After she had eaten her bonbons, Miss Daisy passed out bonbons for all of us and we had a bonbon party. Then she said that was enough arithmetic for the day and asked what we wanted to talk about for the rest of our math time. “Football!” I shouted.
Miss Daisy didn’t like that I talked without raising my hand first. Personally, I don’t see what raising my hand has to do with talking. I don’t talk with my hands.
But she did let me talk, and I told her that football is just about my favoritest thing in the world and I know all about it. My dad takes me to every game of the Chargers, a professional football team.
“Maybe you can help me,” Miss Daisy said. “I always wondered how long is a football field?”
“A hundred yards,” I told her. “Anybody knows that.”
“Wow! That’s a big field. With a field that big, how can you and your father see what’s going on?”
“My dad always tries to get us seats near the fifty-yard line,” I said. “They’re the best tickets.”
“Why?” Miss Daisy asked.
“Because the fifty-yard line is right in the middle of the field.”
“Does that mean that half of a hundred yards would be fifty yards?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“I see,” Miss Daisy said. “So if you know there are a hundred yards on a football field, do you know how many pennies there are in a dollar? Andrea?”
“A hundred!” hollered Andrea Young. “Just like a football field!”
“Really?” said Miss Daisy. “So if half the football field is fifty yards, how many pennies are in half a dollar?”
“Fifty!” Michael Robinson shouted. “Because fifty is half of a hundred and fifty plus fifty makes a hundred!”
“And half of fifty must be twenty-five because two quarters is fifty cents!” added Emily.
“And four quarters makes a dollar!” Ryan exclaimed.
“And four quarters makes a football game, too!” Miss Daisy shouted, jumping up and down with excitement.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I thought you told us we were finished with arithmetic.”
“This wasn’t arithmetic,” she told us. “It was football.”
“Well, okay,” I said. “Just as long as you weren’t trying to sneak arithmetic into our conversation about football.”
“Would I do that?” Miss Daisy asked, and then she winked at me.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell if Miss Daisy is serious or not.