“Dad, I’m good at math because you’re good at math,” Conner said.
I laughed. “No, Conner, you’re good at math because you’re smart. I’m terrible at math.”
“What? No, you’re great at math, Dad. You add better than anyone I know.”
“The problem is there are several layers of math above addition. None of which I’m particularly good at or ever stand even the slightest chance of understanding.”
“I still think you’re good at math.”