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not that smart

Last year Bobby asked a fifth grader about the show "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?" This fifth grader gave him a strange look, a shrug, then replied "I don't think those are real questions. I've never heard of some of them." And there you have it.

Some days I feel as if I'm on a reality version of this game show, have used up all my cheats, and still have questions left on the board.

For example:

First grade gardening:
A potato plant is ready: a) when it flowers b) when it reaches 12" tall c) when the potatoes show up above ground d) when the leaves wilt

Second grade Animal Care:
Grooming a dog consists of:

Third Grade Math:
If a sale coupon is valid May 28-31, which is Friday through Monday, will this coupon be valid on Tuesday or Thursday?

Fourth Grade History:
True of False: If the North Carolina red berry is the strawberry, and the North Carolina blue berry is the blueberry, then the NC black berry must be the blackberry.

Fifth Grade Health:
True or False: The "five second rule" (if a food falls to the ground it will be germ free and safe to eat if picked up within five seconds) becomes a two second rule if the floor is unusually dirty.

Thankfully there's no section for time management, checkbook balancing, activity juggling, or phys ed. Those categories would have to fall under some political talk show or Survivor or something.

Happy June 1 everyone!

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