Count on Eddie

The other day, the paper talked about 100,000 people doing something. I wanted to impress on Eddie that this was a big number. "Wow! That's a lot of people," I said. "Can you count that high?"

"Yeah," he said. "Oh yeah." He nodded.

"Really?" I said. "Let's hear it, then."

He turned to his mother and said "Mamma, start counting."


He recently started asking us what we're doing, all the time, by saying "Papa doing?" or "Mamma doing?" or so on. In the past couple of days, he's hit on asking "Eddie doing?" I guess he's perplexed himself! Sometimes he seems to enjoy trying to stump us with this question: He will walk in, holding his arms in front of him with his fingers all twisted into a weird shape, and ask "Eddie doing?"

You got me, kid!


It seems like—even more than usual—all he wants to do these days is have us read books to him. He has to be enticed into playing with his toys (his blocks, or trains, or trucks); otherwise, he just gets us to read him books.
Well, just two years till we can enroll him in youth hockey.