This morning Noah was playing a Nick Jr. game on the computer while I watched from my perch on the massage table, with my ice pack and blanket. After each level, Noah would read me his score and he did fine until it reached over one hundred.
Noah: "One hundredityedid seventy eight."
Me: "A hundred seventy eight?"
Noah: "Yes Mom, I knew that! I learn things that come out of your mouth."
Wow. This means that one, or both of us, is in serious trouble.
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