A few weeks ago while I was driving the girls into The City for swimming lessons, I was half-listening to their chatter in the backseat. On the agenda that particular day was counting.
Suddenly, Joelle excitedly exclaims "Mom! Malia said Thirteen!"
"Yeah...." I replied, a bit confused. "She can count a lot higher than thirteen."
"I know," Joelle insisted. "But she said Thirteen all. by. herself."
Still not getting what her point was, I tried to explain to her again that Malia can easily count up to 30 already, so 13 isn't really that big of a deal.
Joelle was starting to get impatient with me now as I wasn't grasping what she was trying to get at. I was obviously robbing her of some of her initial excitement.
We eventually did end up on the same page, where I figured out that what she was trying to explain to me was not that Malia knew what number came after 12 -- but that she said THirteen instead of Firteen. On the first try. All. By. Herself.
No wonder Big Sister was excited for the Little Miss. I joined the excitement then and watched Malia's eyes glow with pride (in the rear-view mirror...while driving completely safe down the highway).