It is both the title of one of the Childcraft books we scored this weekend AND what I am about to open up a can of. The book is terrific, if you have little kids around (or even if you don't); it's full of fun mathy games and 1970s-style illustrations, and come on, who doesn't love a nerdy little shit who goes around taunting adults about their inability to distinguish avoirdupois from Troy? Also it was my first introduction to The Phantom Tollboth, which Sophia and Sean have now read in entirety and which has left me, 28 years after encountering the phrase, whispering "I'm the Dodecahedron! Who are you?" whenever I think about math. Or tollbooths. Or nothing at all.
Creepy-ass Dodecahedron with your scary sad clown face. I hate you, Dodecahedron.
Anyway I have to go math it up now, since my science homework is done and Sean is hogging the TV and watching Seven Samurai. To be fair he's been watching it for about three days since I keep barging in and insisting we put it on something mutually agreeable * so I think I'll let him have his thing while I make Rate Pies instead of real pies.**
Oh and speaking of Rate Pies: d=rt. Now I'm gonna sing the Perry Mason theme.
**I am eating the potty-training peanut M&Ms and awaiting the delivery of the Thin Mints I ordered and did not mention to anyone else in the house.