Last night at supper, Reid asked for a slice of bread cut into triangles. Of course I obliged. At one point, she mentioned how the one piece looked like a watermelon slice with its curved edge and point. I put two of the triangles together and she identified the diamond that resulted. Next, I rearranged them and showed her a parallelogram. Ken reached out and, quick as a flash, grabbed a bread triangle and stuck it to his forehead.  It seems I offended his sense of what was appropriate at the table ;+) Reid was very much amused by her daddy’s antics. In my defence she was interested in our shape discussion, too, though she didn’t grin or giggle for me. I love it when Ken is off the wall - he is very much the responsible grown up most of the time. And of course I love to watch their faces as they laugh together.