Subtitle: Two, Whee, Six, Eight...Who Do We Appreciate?
This is our mind-blowing conversation as we were driving home last night:
Momma: We're almost home, Sophie! I'll count to ten and we'll be there. One....
Momma: Four. Five.
Momma: Six. Seven.
Sophie: Eight. (Frank and Stacy stare at each other in shock-n-awe.)
Momma: Nine. Ten.
But maybe saying eight was a fluke. Maybe dumb luck. So we counted AGAIN and she said six and eight in the right places! (And "two" and "wheee," but she's been doing that for a while.)
She's a mathematical genius. But she didn't get it from me. Or Frank, for that matter. Nini, have you been working on algebra with the babies again?