That's what I heard from my son in the backseat this morning, followed shortly by "daddy, zumy felf" from the little girl/parrot sitting next to him. What did I do that caused him such strife? Well, counted from 1-14 of course.
My son is very good at counting from 1-11. However, after that it starts to get a little sketchy, missing number, some letters thrown in there, adjectives...etc. So I thought that I would help him along after 11. I started saying "12...13...14...." very slowly so he could join in, thinking he would enjoy the lesson. Instead, I got this directive from the backseat. I apologized and discontinued counting. I told him to go ahead. This was his response (remember, we stopped at about 14):
"Forty...forty...forty...two...five...six...seven..."
Yeah, that's three separate fortys.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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