You know that old trick… the one with the fingers. Hold your fingers out… okay.
Now, count those fingers… 10, 9, 8, 7, 6… plus the 5 from your other hand. That’s eleven, right? You have eleven fingers!
Thing Two frowned. “No, that’s not right,” she mutters. So, I do it again, but inadvertently pick up the other hand. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6… “No!” She cries, triumphant. “My other hand is the one with six fingers, so I have twelve!”
“Oh, man. I can’t believe I just said that.” she groans.
Brag. She matched her sister’s top scores in her Year 6 SATs. Looking at this, I really don’t know how…