The Little Prince

There once was a little prince (not so little, he’s taller than me), who lived in a small castle. He had all the things he needed for his daily living plus a wonderful education right in the comfort of home. He communicated with his tutors via a strange device called a “chrome” book. They kept him busy with work and he could even talk to them through a magical window on the magical book.

One day the tutors decided to seek some new ways to enhance the education of the little prince (they’re probably burnt out). This meant they would take Fridays off to go on their search for knowledge. The queen was then left to come up with a plan for the day off.

“An idle Friday morning for my little prince,” she thought in a bit of despair, “will only bring boredom and mischief. What must I do?”

She did not have to wear her thinking cap long for quickly enough an idea popped up into her mind. She knew how she would teach the mathematics, the science of physics and add an element of life skills to her little prince’s day off.

“We shall bake cookies!” she declared.

The little prince’s eyes widened like saucers at the thought of cookies, but he did not suspect his queen mom was making a school plan out of it. He was sometimes resistant to school.

On Friday morning, the little prince and his queen mom measured flour, sugar and salt. They counted one and a half cups of chocolate chips and cracked two eggs. They even learned when you mix the butter, sugar and eggs too quickly the laws of physics inevitably send some of the mixture flying out of the bowl and onto counter and wall, and even the hair.

After the baking was done, the little prince saw a mountain of cookies on a cooling rack. He did the final count, there were three dozen cookies and that’s 36 in all. He knew soon enough he would get a chance to complete his math and science day by deducting one from the stash and tasting it to make sure the experiment was a success. Indeed it was a successful home school day.

The end.