The littlest one and I were counting things before bed tonight. He counted his toes and fingers. Then he counted mine. And my nose holes (I have two! Surprise!) and my eyes. Then he wanted to count my hairs.
"I don't know how many, buddy. Maybe a million."
"What about me?"
"Oh, you have a million, too."
"What about my sister?"
"Oh. I guess maybe a thousand."
Giggle. "What about the dog?"
"I think a gagillion. But mostly those are on the living room floor."