At breakfast this morning, Hannah was talking about Pi Day at school and said that, if you had signed up for the challenge and were able to recite your target number of digits, you would get a piece of pie. Probably apple. She wasn't sure, but someone told her that last year it was apple.
Hannah didn't sign up for the challenge—memorizing at least 30 digits past the decimal for third graders—but she was trying to remember them all, anyway. She got to, I think, 17, when Charlotte cut her off, announcing that she'd rather have cake, thanks. Preferably chocolate.