12.42 / (17-n) = 4.14

Are you kidding me with that! OMG Derek is only 10 and he comes home with that. That is just mean.

Not to mention the upsetting of the delicate balance of knowledge in my brain.

What one does to one side must also be done to the other had to wade across the river of pink shoes, climb the mountain of yarn and swing through the forest of recipes to reach the page. The journey was fraught with danger as math clawed it's way onto the river bank kicking a pink suede size 6 sandle from it's foot. The mountain of yarn was next. The climb up was easy. Almost to easy. But looking down the mountain was so beautiful, full of rich browns and soft warm pinks. Ack, more pink! PINK! Feet slipped, down, down, down the other side of the mountain it slid gaining speed as it shot past alpaca and merino wool. The ground was coming up to quickly. In desperation it grabbed a hold of anything it could. Acrylic yarn tangled around it's neck like a noose. Luckily Math always carries a pocket knife! Cutting away the yarn carefully it reaches the ground unharmed. Math wiped the sweat from it's brow. Almost there. Quietly it entered the forest of recipes. They seemed not to mind, content to chat amongst themselves. It moved through at a steady but slow pace sidestepping a particularly hot vindaloo recipe. Up ahead it heard raised voices. "No there are 3 teaspoons to 1 tablespoon not 4!" Two dessert recipes were fighting. Using the arguing cards as a diversion it run past and out into the open. I made it. I KNOW THE ANSWER!

n=14

Thanks for the pocket knife Jen!