I've never been a fan of math. I can semi-coherently balance my checkbook and learned the art of calculating percentages from the clearance rack at Target. Last night my teenage daughter asked me if I knew any "tricks" for knowing if a particular number (say, for example...734284) has a perfect square root. It's during those mathy moments that my brain switches to Homer Simpson-mode...you know, when the thought bubbles that are filled with dancing donuts and mice-on-a-see-saw appear above his head?
Or in my case....
