One two, buckle my shoe...

On Sunday (July 8th), we took Noah out for breakfast. On the way, we saw some horses and began to count. Noah said, "one", and Daddy said, "two". Usually that where Noah ends. So I said, "three", hoping to urge him on to four. Well, Noah not only said, "four", but "five, six, seven" and "eight".

We were so shocked we could hardly speak - my boy's a genius!!!