For those of you who come here to see a card, here's one sent to me by my friend CG. She made a card with that ridiculous reindeer that drove me crazy earlier this year and it is fabulous. She made a stenciled background that makes me think of a street map, perhaps all the places Santa needs to visit in town (Rudolph's Sat Nav if you will).
My mom sweetly replied that it was David's homework (my nephew). Before I could ask why the heck I was doing David's homework, my dad asked me if I saw a pattern in the numbers I was adding. I looked again and I said yes! The first number of each equation was eleven more than the first number in the next equation (wait? what? who notices this stuff?). My dad went on to explain some rule of thumb involving the number eleven. The dream was very happy and I felt loved and warm and included.
Upon waking I knew immediately that those were not my real parents. Someone must have traded out my real parents for POD PEOPLE! My real parents would never stop on the way out to a dinner party to help with homework! My real parents wouldn't be that patient! My real parents wouldn't willingly give up their time ever! Oh no! My dad would grab the books and papers from you and start to angrily write down the problems and answers himself. He might even lecture you on how obvious or simple it was or tell you that the how-to's were right there in the book. My mom would give one of her long sighs and talk about how she doesn't understand why teachers expect parents to teach their kids and why do we send kids to school if the teachers are going to do teaching there? (The concept of homework is lost on my mom).
So the moral of this story is beware of Pod People bringing math equations and explaining rules of eleven.
The Fine Print: Is there a rule of eleven? Is my Pod Person dad making shit up? Reindeer stamp by A Muse Studio.