On the Count of Nine...

We were putting Troy to bed tonight, going through the usual ritual of changing him into a fresh diaper. All of a sudden, he starts counting. One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine. My wife was squealing with happiness at his sudden mastery of the numbers. She’s been working on it a lot with him, counting the stairs as they’re going down. So, this was a huge moment for both of them. And just to show it wasn’t a fluke, he started counting again. One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine. Always to nine. He can say ten if you say it first, but he stops counting at nine. I guess there’s no doubt that he’s my son!