Who's counting?

I've been settling in to a routine and enjoying a few days a week at home, just me and Little Sister. These are precious times- playing, talking, even just interacting while I fold laundry or do other chores.

Of course, then there are times like this afternoon, when I forgot how badly SHE wanted to flush the toilet after going potty and did it myself out of habit. The fit that followed lasted longer than any I can remember and resulted in her throwing her Tinkerbell underpants in the toilet. Then she threw a fit because she didn't have any underwear. And then I figured it was bedtime...

But earlier, in a non-Terrible-Two moment, we played catch and I marveled at her arm- her strength and her accuracy. Not many two-year-olds can aim for and hit the cat with a stuffed Nemo fish. Sometimes she spewed random numbers before she threw, like a tiny QB:"Fifteen, eleven, thirteen (throw)."

She can count, in order, though. When I was trying to get her to climb into bed (and quit stalling) at naptime, she took over for me as I counted to ten. She can do it perfectly. But when she tries to go past ten, she starts to confuse "eleven" with "seven." Makes sense, right?

So what you get sounds like this:

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, seven, eight, nine, ten, seven, eight, nine, ten..."

etc.



And it is so cute, I don't really want to correct her just yet.