Jaan's very excited about his upcoming birthday. He keeps saying that he's going to have a birthday soon and asking if it's his birthday yet. He's also utterly convinced that he's going to be five years old. There's a recurring conversation in our home these days. It goes like this:
Me: "How many fingers?"
Me: "And how old are you going to be?"
So, I try the other way around.
Me: "Show me three fingers."
Me: "How old are you going to be?"
Jaan: "Five!" . . . and the other two fingers pop up.