“Hey, Younger,” I chirped, when he joined my husband and me in the kitchen as I finished cleaning after dinner. “Have you seen the video with the squirrel outwitted by a slinky? You should google it.”
So, he did.
But instead of us all having a good laugh at the expense of the poor squirrel . . .
Younger claimed that the spring could pull the squirrel up with the stored energy in the spring after the squirrel stretched it. But my husband said he was wrong because the squirrel was the force that was extending the spring.
Then they used letters in a way that seems blasphemous to me.
Something about force is “F = -kx” and where “F” is the force, “k” is the spring coefficient and “x” is the distance of the spring stretched.
The spring, therefore, could not launch the squirrel. Not enough force.
With a huff, I stole my phone back from Younger in the middle of their argument, announcing in a cross tone, “It was just a cute video until you all started with the math.”
Then I disappeared into my room for the night.
So if “x” is the distance my patience is stretched and “k” is my temperament coefficient, will I have enough “F” to launch Younger and my husband?
Because one of these days . . .