If you've found your way thinking I'm going to be yakking it up about the TV series "Lost," you're sorely mistaken. I know that the series ended the other night. I never saw an episode. We only watch public broadcasting.
Hahahahahaha. Oh, God, that is too funny.
If four classrooms of 20 second graders board two buses with their four teachers and at least four parents from each classroom, how many children will get lost?
Additional mathematical variables required to answer that question include the number of fathers who were among the parent total.
And another bit of information required to answer that question is how well the children enjoy being in their 1:4 parent:student small groups.
The final bit of data necessary to fully answer the question is noting how quickly time flies when a parent is responsible for keeping an eye on four separate heads, only one of the heads belonging to his (or, theoretically, her) beloved, precocious only child.
On the upside, we didn't leave the Lawrence Hall of Science until we'd found the lost child. And I had berated the father in question for his lack of herding skills.
Now, was that as confusing a wrap-up of the field trip as the last episode of "Lost" purportedly was?