Sometimes I have to remind myself that Boyo is not made of straw, and actually does have a brain.
He started reading Fellowship of the Ring today, and, naturally, wanted to know how much 'eleventy-first' meant. I like to make my children think, so I asked him some questions.
Well, do we a number called 'one-ty'?
Ok, so when we write the number 'four-ty', what numbers do be write?
Good. What about five-ty?
And how do we write it?
Good. So if we write 'four-ty' four, zero, and we write 'six-ty' six, zero, how do you think we might write eleven-ty?
A thousand and eleven!!!
**Headdesk. Headdesk, headdesk, headdesk**
Everything would be easier if he'd answer the questions I actually asked him, instead of trying to think ahead 4 steps.
This is a regular occurrence. I dread him asking questions. He doesn't listen for the answers, and if he has to actually think, he decides he knows what direction to think in, and then gets upset when he comes up with a very wrong answer.
I really hope he grows out of it.