Faith is learning her times tables. Unfortunately she takes after her mom.
Here's a little history: When I was in third grade, I was afraid to go to school because I didn't know my times tables. I was so afraid of daily quizzes that on one snowy morning, during my walk to school, I smashed my knee on the ice so that it would bleed and I wouldn't have to go to school. My mother put a band-aid on my knee and drove me. The next day I told her I was sick to my stomach. She gave me a sip of soda and drove me to school. The day after she had a talk with the teacher who asked if there was a "problem" at home. Why would I be so determined to avoid school? All they had to do was ask me -- I didn't know my times tables.
Back to current time...today Faith and I were working on her math and I was actually very excited to see that 9 times was today's lesson. As a child I did not learn the 9 times trick, but as an adult I did. I still use it today (under the table, of course, where my children can't see my hands). The first problem we tested it on was 9 x 7. I demonstrated the trick to Faith and instantly she got it. She squealed with glee (as only eight-year-old girls can) and told me I was the best teacher ever.
And then the next problem was 8 x 8 and she laid her down and wept.