Homegirl begins counting. At ten, I’m like, okay. At twenty, I’m impressed ’cause she’s only four years old. But she keeps going, and we get into a rhythm where she looks to me to chime in with the correct denomination of ten. So after she gets to twenty-nine, thirty-nine and so on, I shout out “Thirty!” and “Forty!” It’s cute, and I’m into it…until about seventy. MERCIFULLY, we get to one hundred. I think this thing is over. But no. “A hundred one, a hundred two, ….” I could do nothing but look on in horror!
Who runs this?