I gotta keep an eye on this kid. There's a lot of regular old imaginative play that goes on at my house, but sometimes it ranges a little off the map. She told me a couple days ago that we were going to be two numbers. I thought she meant ages, like we were "that many" years, but no: to her, these numbers have human characteristics that are so obvious to her she can't even explain them. She understands "twelve" in a way I don't, and maybe can't. But I can try. You know? I can try to be the best, you know… twelve… that I can.
