A couple days ago Max knocked a bunch of things down off the fridge. I asked him to pick them up. As he started picking them up I said, "One. Two." Max picked right up, "Three. Four. Five." and then real fast came, "Six Seven Eight Nine."
I was shocked. Suddenly something he's heard maybe a million times just came running out of his mouth. He can count. Or at least repeat the numbers in order. He counts to 9 because that's the number of diggers in his favorite book we've read a million times over the past year.
Time flies!
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