“Dad, are you doing your typing thing today?”
“Blogging. And yes, I do it every day.”
“Okay, then you have to tell them about the joke I told you today and how funny it was.”
“Okay, I will.”
So The Beansprout comes up to me and says “Do you want to see me count to fifteen?” She’s got this huge grin on her face. I say “yes,” expecting her to surprise me by it being in another language or something (she can already count to ten in Korean, so I thought maybe it would be that).
Instead, she says: “One two three four five six seven eight ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen!”
She’s smiling so proud.
I’m looking at her like she’s got two heads, and I say “you forgot ‘nine,’ silly.”
She says: “No I didn’t! Seven ATE nine!!”
I WALKED RIGHT INTO IT!
I nearly split my sides laughing. It was the best delivery of that joke I’d ever heard.
She made me promise to blog about it, and it was well worth it. I love that little maniac.