counting...

My mom (crazy Lulu) came to visit the kids this morning. When she's here I always take advantage and run around and do a few things, but believe me, I don't venture far or leave them for long. The kids always enjoy her coming to play, especially Cadynce, as my mom is super inter-active with them. She is always incorporating learning into whatever they're doing. I SO swear she did not do any of this with me. Really. She didn't. Whatever. Rather she did it with them anyhow. One thing they are always doing is counting things and Cadynce is already a great counter, but I laughed so hard today when my mom asked her to count her little chicks. (Crazy Gramma Lulu brought these weird little fuzzy toy chicks. I'm talking really weird.) Anyhow... (there are 6) so she counts them, "1, 2, 3.. " etc.. up to 6. I ask her to count as high as she can so she can show my mom. So Cadynce starts to count again. "1, 2, 3...twenty free, twenty four... twenty nine" and a long pause ensues. Caca looks up at me questioningly, " Twenty - Ten?" It took every single bit of willpower not to laugh, but the look on her sweet little face, oh my gosh. I told her that was a very good try, but the next was thirty. She took off from there again and would have kept counting as long as someone would tell her what came after the something - nine's.