[Partial transcript from recent church Easter egg hunt video]
The Boy: I can’t carry anymore!
Mom: Is it heavy?
The Boy: It’s so heavy I can’t even see the...
Me: How many... How many do you think you got?
The Boy: I got, like, thirty-one eggs!
Me: [Looking at basket] Thirty-one eggs?! Huh. That’s probably pretty close.
The Boy: We can count them!
Mom: No, we aren’t gonna count them out here.
Once inside:
Well, I’ll be damned...
Full disclosure, here. “Thirty-one” is his eskimo-snow-word for any group of objects that is larger than he can count at a glance but obviously less than the number of birds in a flock (always “two hundred”).
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