This is typically a failure in schooling and occasionally parenting. I mean, it isn't here. Bc, you know, she shows the kid. But yeah like I'm pretty sure it used to be normal to teach your kids math via real life way before they got to school. It's how my sister learned math and it's how I learned math.
Fun story, by the way. So, be my sister, cca 5 years old or so. Family is trying to teach her math. Taught her to count to 20 and now they're teaching her addition. Dad makes a joke about how 1+1=11. My sis, being a papa's girl and not even close to fathoming that dad could lie about this, so she absolutely refuses to believe anyone when they say that, no, 1+1=2 actually. Doesn't even believe when dad says it bc she figures mom and grandma made him say it. It's this whole big thing of trying desperately to fix this mistake so that my sis doesn't end up looking like a moron in a few years, but nothing's working.
Now, time skip to a few weeks later. Sis is helping grandma pick corn. Now, my sister has always been pretty short, and she was 5 besides, so she kinda had to grab 'em cobs and pull down to break them off. Unfortunately, this made the whole plant sway and a different cob smacked her right on the head. Much crying and fussing ensues, grandma comforts my sister, they move on. Sis grabs 'em cobs, pulls, gets smacked AGAIN. Much crying and fussing ensues. Grandma has a lightbulb light up above her head like the rising of the freaking sun. "Say, how many cobs hit you?" she ask. My sister would eke out a: "Well, one!" through her tears. Grandma then asked: "And before, how many hit you?" My sister, unaware where this was going, says: "Well, also one!" Keep in mind she's still sobbing a little. So grandma asks: "And how many is that all together?" and my sister finally breaks the fucking curse of 1+1=11 by saying: "Well, two!"
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