We were running late for a playdate. "We all forgot the track of time," Dorothy observed.
Dorothy wanted to play a guessing game about where she hid the key for her diary. "If I guess it," I said, "I'll know where you keep your key." "If you guess it," she said, "I won't tell you you're right, and I'm going to keep a solemn look on my face."
"Mama, Mama, you gotta see! The package says 'Barbie dolls don't stand on their own,' but I just got her to stand on her own! Come see! Come see! But don't run," Dorothy advised.
Dorothy heard the phrase "pint-sized," and we ended up talking about the size of an actual pint. I explained that the creamer carton in our fridge holds a pint, and that a big carton of milk holds a gallon. Dorothy said, "I have an idea. We can fill up the small carton with water and pour it into an empty big carton to see how many times it takes to fill it up." "Okay," I said, "but we don't have any big gallon milk jugs, so we can use our half-gallon soymilk carton and fill it two times." "We can fill two of them," Dorothy said. "We don't have two empty ones," I said, "but we can fill it up and count the number of times, and then empty it and fill it up again and keep counting." "Or, I have an idea," Dorothy countered. "We can fill it up once, and just do the math double."
