Counting and numbers are two things that Connor does well these days. He loves to count and he loves to describe things by numbers. Unfortunately, while the counting is pretty good, the description is not always accurate. His number of choice lately is the number five, meaning that's how many there are of everything he's talking about.
Here are just a few of the random things that he's told me lately, always while holding up one hand with five fingers extended.
"Connor has five friends. Five boys and five girls." (Actually 10, but who's counting?)
"Grammy plays tennis with five ladies." This randomly as we're reading "The Cat in the Hat" and he sees a tennis racket on the page.
"Connor want five things on his hamburger. Pickles, cheese, um, pickles, ketchup, um, mustard, um, onions. Yeah, onions!"
"Connor read five books?" Anything to prolong bed time, right?
