Amelie has been processing numbers today. An earlier conversation concerned “Is four after three?”. Yes, I replied, amazed and proud at her mathematical reasoning.
“Then I’m going to be four after three!”
A couple seconds later. “Is five after four?…I’ll be five after four!” And so on and so forth.
Tonight she picked up the conversation again, this time after counting a requisite number of bites at dinner. (Ten was the magic number).
Amelie :: Is 10 after 8?
Devo and I :: It’s two after 8. Eight, nine, ten.
Amelie :: One, two, three, four, five, seven, eight…hey! (indignantly) two is NOT after eight!