Fuzzy math

I'm worried that my niece is going to grow up to be a Bush Republican.

Right now she's 6, and a big fan of chocolate-covered raisins, which she reluctantly shares with her sisters.

The other day she announced that the bowl had only 12 raisins left. Her grandfather sees an opportunity for a little arithmetic lesson.

He says, "Well, Katie, if 3 of you are sharing 12 raisins, how many can you have? How many times does 3 go into 12?"

"Six," she says.

He's about to correct her when she clarifies, "I can have 6, and Abby and Lydia each can have 3."

She's got that GOP math down pretty well.