three many

Edy thinks that any number more than one is three.  It could be seven of something, it could be two, it doesn't really matter to her, the total sum of whatever it may be, in her mind, is 'three'.

So today, her arms loaded down with babies and blankies, transferring them from the downstairs playroom to the upstairs (which is essentially a playroom, though it on occasion acts like a living room, she said something quietly to herself as she worked her way up each step...

"Ahh, I have three many".

I might have missed it if I wasn't walking behind her, but I was hoping to catch anything that might have fallen from her armload of lovies.

I stopped mid step to think about what she was saying, instead of the 'too many' she commonly hears coming from me, she changed that to 'three many'.

I like the way she thinks, too many just isn't sufficient enough some days.



(Insert me writing something about making this blog something different than it's been.  I'm just hoping to take 30 minutes to remember, and write, something about life.  That's always been my objective, I'm just headed more so in that direction.)