Counting Down

At lunch today Andrew was entertaining the kids while I plated up the food. At times like these we fall back on what we know. I rely on a rote arsenal of camp songs and clapping rhythms. Andrew's on-the-spot parenting techniques fall to philosophy and maths. Today it was maths, "Buffy, can you count backwards from seven?"

Buffy thought for a moment then said, "Of course I can, Daddy! 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0."

Andrew said, "Okay, can you count backwards..."

"Well done, you mean," I interrupted.

"Yes, well done! Now. Can you count backwards from seven counting only the odd numbers?" he asked our three-year-old. She was quiet, thinking it over. I knew she would repeat the first sequence, because she had no idea what an odd number was. Seriously, sometimes my husband talks to our children with totally unreasonable vocabulary. Or so I thought.

"Um... 7... 5...," Buffy started.

My jaw dropped open, but I still thought it was a fluke. Lucky guess! I started to tell Andrew to give Buffy an example of what an odd number was, or to model how she might say one number outloud and the next in a whisper to herself when she continued, "3... um... 1! Um.. 0! Because you have to count down to zero."

Holy wow.

holy wow here, too

Those 'second' children grow up way too fast. Lucy's 2 going on 4... I often recall our visit in ABQ when you were frustrated at Buffy taking on some puddles and jumps that were a piece of cake for Katie's more coordinated and longer legs. Now I know what you were going through. And, it would appear that Buffy's 3 going on 6, eh? Wow. 8) K