Only 432 fives until Thanksgiving
To get Bug (and me) through our 6 hour trip to my parent’s house - sans Daddy-o - I kept telling him how many “fives” it would be until the next marker on the trip. Like, “Oh, I think there’s only 4 fives until we get to Chick-Fil-A!” And he’d say, “This many?” and flash his five little fingers four times.
And then.
I say, “Bug! Only five minutes until we’re in a new state and we can beep the horn! Just one five!” Bug grins and pops up a hand with his fingers splayed. So I mirror his gesture and say, “Yep! Five!”
His hand comes down immediately and he says sternly, “No, Mama - two fives is TEN.”
And that, my friends, was two year old multiplication. MY KID IS A GENIUS.
Then, a little while later, from the back seat comes….
“Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, fourteen, nineteen, sixteen, TWENTY!”
Roger that. We’re gonna downgrade that genius level to a really smart with occasional flashes of brilliance.
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We had a 3 hour trip to my Grandma’s when I was a kid and my mom would divide it up into 6 pie pieces. So we were constantly asking how many pieces of the pie were left. Great minds think alike!
Ben and I looked out the window to see how many out of state licensce plates we could find….booooooorinnnnggggg….folllowed by a few rounds of 99 rootbeers on the wall and are we there yets.
Your child is a genius. Just go with it. He’s more of a “big picture” kind of guy though–no need to get bogged down in the details. Happy Thanksgiving!
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