My son has always had his math questions answered. His mother has a MS in both Math and Neuroscience and a BS in CS (with a minor in History). His dad (me) is just a dumb-ass programmer.
When he was 5 we would practice 'math' in the car as we drove to school in the morning. Mostly addition, but then subtraction (including negative numbers). From there we moved on to repeated addition (multiplication). Sometime in first grade, he asked a question at the dinner table. He'd noticed that 2x2=4 and 3x3=9, but wanted to know if there were two numbers that could be multiplied to 'make 5'.
Square roots. Did the same picture thing.
He went to school the next day, and proudly told his teacher that he knew "square roots". We got the note back asking us to not teach him "advanced math". The Parent-Teacher conference ensued. The teacher didn't remember what they were.
When he was 5 we would practice 'math' in the car as we drove to school in the morning. Mostly addition, but then subtraction (including negative numbers). From there we moved on to repeated addition (multiplication). Sometime in first grade, he asked a question at the dinner table. He'd noticed that 2x2=4 and 3x3=9, but wanted to know if there were two numbers that could be multiplied to 'make 5'.
Square roots. Did the same picture thing.
He went to school the next day, and proudly told his teacher that he knew "square roots". We got the note back asking us to not teach him "advanced math". The Parent-Teacher conference ensued. The teacher didn't remember what they were.
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sigh.