“Let’s go higher.”
My youngest daughter is excelling at math. She’s nearly two and she’s got it figured out that the fun stuff comes after 1, 2, 3.
She likes to play 4, 5, 6. That’s when I toss her high into the air after counting 1, 2, 3.
“Whee…”
I catch her.
She smiles and laughs and says, “Again. 4, 5, 6.”
We do it again.
And again.
After five or six times, I put her down and stretch my arms high above my head, roll my shoulders, crack my back and roll my neck slowly.
“OK. Do you want to do it again?” I ask her.
“No,” she says. “7, 8, 9.”
“What’s that? To the moon.”
She nods her head up and down. Then she lifts her arms up high for me to lift her and she says, “7, 8, 9!”
“Just a second,” I tell her as I repeat my stretching routine and consider the height of the ceiling.
