Half-Baked

Jase and I were reading aloud from a book of poetry by Roald Dahl.  The poem was called the Ant-Eater about a spoiled boy who wants an peculiar pet. 

The beginning of the poem goes like this:  Some wealthy folks from U.S.A., Who lived near San Francisco Bay, Possessed an only child called Roy, A plump and unattractive boy - Half-baked, half-witted and half-boiled, But worst of all, most dreadfully spoiled. Whatever Roy desired each day, His father bought him right away —

Jason paused and said, "Wait a second, he would be one-third baked, one-third witted and one-third boiled. Haha!  My little Math-brained boy knew that those fractions didn't add up.