As I was going to Saint Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
And every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kittens,
Kittens, cats, sacks, wives,
How many were going to Saint Ives?

I was singing this to myself in bed last night when Margaret popped up with, “I always resented the answer to that riddle. I mean, just because this guy met the man with seven wives on the way to Saint Ives doesn’t necessarily mean that he met them as they were leaving Saint Ives. They could all have been going to Saint Ives, and he just managed to catch up with them on the road going in.”

I thought about that for a moment, and had to concede that, had both sets of travelers been on foot, it would have been entirely possible—even highly likely—for the guy traveling alone to manage to catch up with the dude who had seven wives, 343 cats and 2,401 kittens in tow.

This is the kind of stuff you come up with when you are overly satiated—or possibly “saturated”—with too much Brazilian meat on a sword. Thanks again to Shawn’s Dad Jeff for the awesome dinner.  🙂