This probably falls under the category of "Shameless Appeal from Doting Parent," but I'm going to share it anyway. My 3-year-old just freaked me out by how smart he was. In preschool today they played a game with balloons. When we got home I asked him if he had fun with the balloons and he said, "Yes. I liked the red balloons, and there were 1, 2 of them. I really liked the blue ones, but there was only 1 blue one." Intrigued by the thought of him remembering this I asked, "And how many white ones were there?" He answers, "1, 2, 3, 4. No; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 white ones." By now I'm starting to freak out. "How many pink ones?" I ask with amazement. "I told you, Mama, there were 2 pink ones and 2 red ones. There were 2 purple ones. There were no orange ones, but one yellow one. Mama, I really have to go potty now."
So there you go. My child is Rain Man.
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