When asked to introduce herself, my daughter has begun to announce herself in a "name, rank, serial number" fashion: "Gwendolyn Hope Tyler, Big Sister, Three and a Half" [years old].
Recently, as we made our way toward bedtime, I asked Gwendolyn to pick out three stories to read. She replied, "Three and a half?"
Assuming this meant we would have four books, I assented and she went off to her room.
When I got there, a tall stack of books--many more than four--stood on the bed.
"Gwendolyn! I said three and a half books."
Gwendolyn gave me a look as if I were a bumbling dolt. "No, let me show you." She began to take books off the pile, counting them as she spoke: "Gwendolyn. Hope. Ty. Ler. Big. Sis. Ter. Three. And. A. Half." Eleven books, one for each toddling syllable in her title.
I laughed with joy. And then we sat down to read--the top four books on the pile.
~ emrys
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