Bad Math

Austin: Do you know how much I love you?

Me: I hope it's at least half as much I love you.

Austin: It's three-quarters as much.

Me, giggling.

Austin: No, five-eighths as much.

More giggling, then a long hug and contentment, the silent joy of being happy.

Austin: Wait, it's three-quarters as much. Three-quarters is more than five-eighths.

Me: Yes, it is.

Austin: I love you three-quarters as much.

Me: And I still love you.

Austin: Even though I can't do fractions?

Me: Even though you can't do fractions.