Saturday the Loft fills with family and a stack of paper strips.
"Everyone takes a strip," Comet says. "Before you fold, guess how many layers you can reach."
Guesses fly. "Sixteen." "A hundred." "Ten."
"What do you notice after each fold?" Wren asks, handing out pencils for the tally.
"It doubles! One, two, four, eight, sixteen. And now it will not fold."
Nova hovers above the table, her light dimming to a hint. "Would the longest strip reach more folds?"
Someone grabs the longest strip and gets one more fold. Thirty-two layers. Cheers all around.
"Next round," Comet says, "the ball. Predict its fourth bounce before it drops."