My Dad, by David Wayne Hancock

Growing up I was never very good at math. It never came to me the way it came to ther kids in my school. After looking back over the years I finally realized why. When ever my dad would tell me that we were going up to the cabin to work or go on a wrecker call or even just go get firewood I would ask if a friend could come along. He would reply, “One boy is a boy, two boys a half a boy and three boys not a boy at all. This why I came to the conclusion that my parents only wanted one boy and one girl. So they had Lee, (1 boy) but then they had Don. Now my parents were down to just ½ a boy. Then John was born and they didn’t have a boy at all. Now along came Scott and they were back at 1 boy. They (my parents) finally got their wish to have 1 boy and 1 girl when Janet was born, but the messed up that plan and accidentally had Dale. So now they were back down to just ½ a boy. They tried to fix that problem and had Dennis but as my dads math goes. My parents only had Janet now. (0 boys) My dad went back to the drawing board. Teri was not ever in the plans and the formula had not yet been discovered until my dad discovered it. “2 girls make’s 2 girls.” So to clear things up they had Aaron and myself David. They finally had in their eyes 2 boys and 2 girls (not necessarily in that order). This is why I am bad at math.

David Wayne Hancock