|How many places of pi do you know?|
|The numbers go on...and on...|
|Someone even makes a correction!|
I was a sad puppy. But when I saw what was carved into the picnic table outside her dorm, I had to laugh.
The only kind of pi I know is the peach and blueberry one Mom made last week. And the only calculation I had to make was when to make my move. I can assure you that this kind of pie was delicious.