Saturday, June 20, 2009


Leah has added a new dimension to her plan (read this blog if you are unfamiliar with Leah's plan). She now asks how long it will be before she is __insert any age from 12 to 64 here__. Christopher does the math in his head, spits out her answer, and with great satisfaction Leah proceeds to bed. However, the fascination with age has gone beyond the plan, and a few days ago she and I had the following conversation.

Mama, how many years until you are 33?

I am already older than 33. I am 35.

Hmm. How many years until I am 33?


Can you help me count to 29?


1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, and 29.

How many days is that?

(Why does Christopher never get these questions?)

Wow, let me think. It is about 10,000.

Can you help me count to that?

If I could insert a comic book picture right here it would show me, staring straight at the viewer, eyes the size of saucers while my nearly 5 year old daughter looks at me with an innocent, and completely trusting expression.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...


  1. I was informed once that when someone turned 26, she'd buy herself a donkey.

  2. Well, she was probably concerned about our ability to provide a dowry, and thought she should be proactive.