The girls were working on their schoolwork this morning. Older Daughter was reading Shakespeare (specifically, Love’s Labour’s Lost)...
...and Younger Daughter is just beginning Algebra I.
I was working a math problem with Younger Daughter when Older Daughter suddenly said, “You have no idea how hard it is to read Shakespeare when you’re talking math. This is what I just read: ‘If my observation, which very seldom lies, 6x + 1 is greater than -2x + 5, by the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected…’”
Yeah, I could see how that would be confusing.