"There are all sorts of things to do." I say. "There's washing dishes, taking out the garbage, laundry, sweeping the kitchen."

We are at the kitchen table eating dinner. As children do, Lisa has dropped some small bit of food onto the table by her plate. As parents do, I absent mindedly pick it up, and to deal with

The ululation has broken my concentration. "Ululate this!" I think to the smug insects. Then realising what they are ululating, "It's too damned hot."

There are some inconsistencies in my theory though. Perhaps I have not properly codified my family's misconceptions regarding the fridge. They do not fully explain my family's behaviours.

Oh! But why do you have to spend 7000 won per pencil, you can get shit pencils for 750 won each.

"If you are hungry, burn some toast." Eunjoo suggests, uncharacteristically. She only ever suggests that anyone eat soup and rice.

"Good if you're buying gold, not so good if you're buying flour." I have my hands in it after all– flour; not gold.

There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.