I wrote these conversations down --I think last fall-- and then misplaced the paper. Okay, I didn't "misplace it." It was right where I left it. In the giant pile of papers on my desk, but that's not the point to this story, Mom!
Me: Gman, how many toes do you have?
G (pointing to feet): 2!
...argument ensues over 2 vs. 10
Me: Lets count! 1 toe, 2 toes, 3 toes....
Me: So how many fingers do you have?
G (holding up hands): Alot!
Later that day:
G: Mommy, I got a secret!!!!
G (whispers in my ear): Go get me a drink