I was working out on the treadmill. James was playing on the floor nearby. He was getting restless, asking how much longer I was going to run for over, and over. I told him I had 5 minutes left, and to occupy his brain a bit, asked him if he could count to 5.
James stood up, crawled up on to the guest bed, and began to count while hopping up and down. In a sing-song voice, he called, “One (bounce) Two (bounce) Three (bounce) Four (bounce) Five (bounce) Six(bounce) Seven (bounce) Eight (bounce) Nine (bounce) Ten (bounce) Eleven (bounce) Eleventy-One (bounce) Elevnty-two (bounce) Sixty, Sixty-seventy-eight….FIVE!
I don’t care that he got a little off track. The smile on his face was of pure joy, he was so proud of himself. I was so mesmerized watching him jump and count that I almost fell off the treadmill.