Rather than burst with information, my son started his question before he had both boots in the van.
“Do you know,” he belted, “that Google is the name of a school?” He waited a seventh of a second. “Do ya, sis? do ya?”
My daughter didn’t answer except with a question of her own. “Do you know that Google is a number?” She took a breath.
“And a website.”
A number, huh. I backed out of the garage. “How is google a number?” I asked.
My daughter snapped her seat belt and spoke as simply as she might were she explaining shapes to me. “Google, the website,” she said, “is spelled with an “le.” “Googol, the number, is spelled with an “ol.”
Of course it is.
Huddled here with Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary where no second grader can find me, I’ve got my finger on “googol,” which is indeed a number. A big one. It says here it’s the figure 1 followed by 100 zeroes.
Well, I’ll be.