New Math

Sally told me that Muffin could count. I thought she was exaggerating, which she has been known to do. I visualized Sally ticking off numbers, and Muffin blithely continuing her laps around the apartment and see, we're counting! Kind of like we're changing your diaper and we're putting away your toys.

But I was wrong. Muffin counts. Sort of.

Me: Wanna count? Ok, let's count. One...

Muffin: Doo...

Me: Three...

Muffin: Ooor...

Me: Five...

Muffin: Nine...

Me: No, six...

Muffin: Nine!

Me: Seven...

Muffin: Nine, nine, nine!

Me: Eight...

Muffin: Nine?

Me: Yes, nine...and ten! Yay! We got to ten!

Muffin: (stares blankly)