B-man is starting to understand the pattern of counting above 20, that the numbers 1 through 9 just repeat after the "twenty" or "thirty". He loves to count now. So, the other day, we were in the car and he was counting to himself in the backseat.
Twenty-one, Twenty-two, Twenty-three...all the way up to Twenty-nine.
Immediately followed by...
Funky. Funky-one. Funky-two. Funky-three...straight through Funky-nine.
Then we move on to Punky. Punky-one, punky-two, you get the idea.
We were rolling!
The Balance by Neal Wooten
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Canus is a land in which three races of man live in precarious balance with
one another. The Fathers of the city in the sky, the Scavs (who call
themselv...
10 years ago
2 comments:
Why not? That's so funny. I would be working that into conversation - "There are at least punky-three legos that somebody didn't put away!"
That is AWESOME!! Love it :)
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