Numbers

This morning, Max was being a pill at the breakfast table. Beth had told him a bunch of times to stop and eat. She finally had enough and started counting, by the time we get to three he better be doing what we asked or it's time out. Well, she very sternly says, "One!" and a tiny little voice promptly says, "two" (Mia) and then Max cracks up and yells, "Three!" and by that time we were all laughing and had lost all sense of authority with the children.

He did eventually eat his breakfast.