The other day, Calix thought that he was done with dinner, but I didn’t think so. We argued about it for a minute, but he ended up convincing me that he was correct with this logic:
Two, I’m all done. This is two [holding up two fingers for me to see], and I’m all done! This is two, this is two, and I’m all done!
I couldn’t really argue with that, could I?
This is two.
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Boy, just wait till he figures out “Three.”