Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes. Unless Of Course There Are Twelve Or Eight Or Nine.

Sunday morning. Luke and David are in the living room. Luke is sitting on the sofa, examining his bare toes.

David: How many toes do you have, Luke?
Luke (counting): One, two, three... (and so on). Eight! I have eight toes.
David: Eight toes?! Count them again.
Luke (counting again): One, two, three... Twelve! I have twelve toes.
David: Twelve toes?! That's odd. Count them again.
Luke (counting again): One, two, three... Ten! I have ten toes.
David: Ten! That sounds right.
Luke (on a roll, counting again): One, two, three... Nine! I have nine toes.
David (giving up): Huh. You must have lost one somewhere. Check behind the sofa cushion.

Comments

[genevieve]

I know I'm getting boring - but he's a great kid you have there.

[Steph]

Oh, you could never be boring. You could preach to the choir -- Amen sister! -- but you could never be boring. :)