Numbers Take On a Whole New Meaning

My mom is visiting for the weekend and yesterday, Jeff and I were in the process of getting ready to go out for dinner.

My mom asked what the kids should have for dinner, so I started setting things up to bake some mini pizza bagels.

As I started dinner, my mom asked Brendon what number he was up to.

He replied he was a 363.

Whoa, I thought, where the heck did that number come from? I decided to correct him after everything was set to bake.

Soon after, my mother asked Brendon what his number was now. He said he was up to a 400.

Jesus Christ, does he need an infusion set change? Why the hell was he rising like that?

I said out loud, "Why is he so high?" and told Brendon to do a correction. My mother and Brendon looked at me with puzzled expressions. Then it dawned on them.

"We were talking about how many times he bounced the ball in the family room. We had been counting how many times he could do it."

What a relief!