1000

He started at 4:45PM while we were walking home from downtown. His brother, growing increasingly whiny about the walk, complained that he had no more energy, absolutely none. When we pointed out that we were close to home, just look what street we're on. How many more blocks to go? "I'm just too tired to count," said the energyless one. The other perked up. He missed the counting blocks bit and just started counting.

Once he hit 100, he realized he could count even further. We reached our door. He kept counting. He took a few breaths, walked into his bedroom, and kept counting. He circled his room, re-entered the living room, and kept counting. He put a DVD into the player for his little brother, grouchy from just waking from a stroller nap, and kept counting. He greeted a friend at our door, but kept counting. At 5:27PM, he reached 1000.

"Wow! One thousand! You counted to one thousand, S. That's amazing!" we cheered him on.

"Should we call and tell the newspaper man?" S asked.

Somehow, I don't think the newspaper man or woman would greet this news with enthusiasm matching ours. So there you go, folks, all five of you who read this blog, S counted to 1000 today for the very first time.