Saturday morning the family climbs into the Loft and Comet hands out tape measures. "Everything gets a unit today."
"Doorway, in centimeters," Wren calls, and someone reads it out. "Now the same doorway in meters."
"Divide by one hundred," a voice says. Wren nods. "The doorway did not shrink. Only the number changed."
Nova hovers over the whiteboard, keeping a table of every measurement. "Would you like a hint? Write the unit first."
Comet times a cousin walking the length of the Loft. "Six meters in four seconds. What is the quantity?"
"Meters per second," comes the answer, "one point five."
"What do you notice?" Wren asks. "Every number here means something because it carries a unit."