I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
“Don’t do that!” Fin said sharply, as I pushed the SYNC button on the climate control in the car.
“What?” I asked, not sure I understood what he was talking about.
In our Honda Odyssey, we can have two temperature settings in the front seat, one for the driver, one for the passenger. The SYNC button synchronizes them, so they stay the same. I was actually pushing the button to take SYNC off because Fin cranks the heat up so high it can be unbearable. I thought that I would just make it cooler on my side.
“I like the numbers to be the same,” he said. “It bothers me when they are different.”
“Can we just turn it down then?” I asked, pushing the temperature buttons so the numbers dropped to a cool 71.
“It can’t be odd either,” he said. “I don’t like odd temperatures.”
“Okay,” I said.
The funny thing is, I get the odd number dislike. I’ve always pictured even numbers as kind of squishy and round, you know, comfortable. Odd numbers, on the other hand, have sharp edges.
Except I love perfect squares. I’ve just always has this “thing” for perfect squares.
I don’t think I’ll tell Finley about how friendly and endearing perfect squares are (even the odd ones) because then I would have to live at a temperature set at either 64 or 81.