Vintonville - The life and times of a guy, his Lady-Friend, a Little Dude and a Little Sis.

After hyperventilating/fist shaking my way through double-digit subtraction in second grade, math and I parted ways. We haven’t really spoken much since. According to pseudoscience, our estrangement was an early hint I’m a “Right Brain” kind of guy– a mentally touchy-feely weakling bullied by the might of chemistry, calculus, and common sense.

While admiring this surprising little work of symmetrical, T-shirt worthy ,“Right-Brained”, Little Dude designed awesomeness in the living room the other day, I became nervously convinced whoever coined the whole “apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” bit may have been on to something.

Time will obviously tell, but when complex math begins its reign of terror by homework proxy, Lady-Friend’s going to need two paper bags as Little Dude and I both cower in the corner, fists shaking in Algebra’s general direction.