Counting

In the car on the way home tonight, we were stopped at traffic lights.  Fainjin looked out the window and said, “Look!  A mo’orbike!  Anna nuvver bike!  Anna nuvver one!”

Then, as the lights changed and we turned and the bikes went straight through, he said “There they go!  Three bikes!”

“That’s right,” I said, then – realising that that was right – “That was good counting, Fainjin!”

“Yeah!” he said brightly.  “One.  Two.  Four!”