I spent last weekend at my family’s cottage in Muskoka. My cousin was visiting with her two young sons and on Saturday afternoon and it was nice to hang around with them for a few days—we live in different cities and I don’t see them very much. They are hilarious little rascals. My cousin had apparently told them that they could ask me anything, ANYTHING, and I’d be able to answer their questions. I was game, but all they seemed interested in was asking math questions like “What’s a hundred million zillion times four hundred and thirty-two?” Not as fun as I had hoped. The point is, if you want to ask me a question—no math, please—you can do it here.
