Max asked me at breakfast this morning, “Mama, what’s 48?”
It took me a few moments to understand what on earth he was saying but after he said it a few times I told him that it is a 4 and then an 8. How else do you answer that one?
Then he asked, “What comes next?”
“49,” I told him, “and then fifty after that.”
And then he laughed.
Who knew numbers could be so funny?