I loved this book years before I became a statistician

Pardon me for staring, said Milo, after he had been staring for some time, “out I’ve never seen half a child before.” “It’s .58 to be precise,” replied the child from the left side of his mouth (which happened to be the only side of his mouth). “I beg your pardon?” said Milo. “It’s .58,” he repeated; “it’s a little bit more than a half.” “Oh, we’re just the average family,” he said thoughtfully; “mother, father, and 2.58 children-and, as I explained, I’m the .58.”

Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth (pp. 195-6)