Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Trouble with Numbers

Here’s Buster with the new book I brought home from my trip, featuring the Moomins, creatures from the Swedish-speaking part of Finland, translated to yet another language. I love the cuteness of the hippo-like Moomins, so I figure they do a good enough job representing the Northern European aspect of the voyage.

We’re still having ongoing conversations about how old he is. He distinctly does not believe he is two. He is FIVE, like his brother. Methinks he protests too much.

Mommy, looking at the number of grapes on his plate: Two grapes left!
Buster: FIVE grapes.

Mommy, putting socks on his feet: Here’s one sock! Here’s two socks!
Buster: FIVE

I don’t think it works that way.

4 comments:

mayberry said...

He's clever, that one, trying to erase "two" from your vocabulary altogether!

Bob said...

Looking forward to next year's struggling between 3 and 7?

Amber said...

Even basic arithmetic stands no chance in the face of toddler obstinacy, I say. They're cute, but they're stubborn.

Bob said...

Looking forward to next year's struggle between 3 and 6.