Wednesday, February 29, 2012

On the Complex Mathematical Intricacies of Leap Year

Overheard this morning from a disc jockey on drive-time radio, in a discussion about how February 29th happens only once every four years and thus leads to funny discrepancies between age and number of birthdays (paraphrased slightly, because we lack photographic memory):

“I have a friend who turns forty today. . . . So she’s, like, six.”

Happy sixteenth birthday, Dad. Thanks for making sure I mastered basic math.


  1. So...are you older than your own father? Dispatches from East Kentucky!

  2. Thanks, Dan, and you're welcome.

  3. Thanks for reading, Unknown—if that is in fact your real name.