The television has been turned off and Eilidh is amusing herself by trying to find as many ways as possible to introduce the word poo into the conversation. Any conversation. Nathan has hidden himself away in the corner, Iona is groaning and plugging in her earphones, and I am wondering how come my fluffy-toy-loving teenage daughter has a brain that is part 4 year old boy.
All three have to choose their optional school subjects for next year. Eilidh decided on the least worst of all the boring options, Iona picked dance and physical education because moving around is better than not, and Nathan is wondering if someone who programmes computer games needs statistics as well as calculus and physics. His Dad says yes. His Dad says the way they teach you to think is helpful. His Mum wishes he could keep his drama class, just to add some fun into his day, and isn't using your imagination helpful? But she can't quantify fun and she can't quantify using your imagination.
His Mum can't quantify anything much at all.