The joy of counting

This morning - well, more accurately it was afternoon, but I'd only been awake for about 20 minutes - my Mini Mann counted. He told me, just before beginning that he had counted to 105 yesterday and then he asked me if I wanted to see.

Of course I wanted to see (or watch) him count to 105!

He blew way past 105 all the way to 187 before things started to get really exciting. He started spewing joy from the inside straight out of his body. It was leaking everywhere. The impending reality that he was going somewhere great with all of this counting...somewhere that he'd never been before. Some thing was coming soon on this accent in numbers that he didn't know to expect. It was something wonderful. Terribly unexpected!

When he arrived at this magical place of enchantment he squealed. Literally.

200!!!

People!!!

He got to 200 and then he didn't know what to do with himself!

Uncharted. Territory. AAAHHHHH!!!!!

It'll be good to look back on this in a few years and remember that there is joy to be had in numbers. I'll make sure and remind him when he gets to multiplication.