Amy, Sam and I spend a lot of time watching soccer. We do this activity in beautiful weather, cold weather, rainy weather, you name it. (Although we do not play when it is lightning.) Today, Amy and I played a new game at Ed's game. I said, "What number is Ed?" Amy replied,"Seven." Then I said, "Spence is Ed plus two. What number is he?" "Spence is nine." "Chris is between Ed and Spence." "He's eight." "Jack is Chis times two." "He's sixteen." Amy and I went through all nine players like that. The only operation she doesn't do us division.