While I prepared dinner this afternoon, Fainjin was in the loungeroom colouring in, practising his writing, and – as it turned out – playing about with numbers.

“Hey Mum!” he yelled at me as if there were miles between us instead of just a hallway. “I worked something out! Five plus one, equals, SIX!”

“Yes it does,” I replied, wondering what he might be counting.

A minute later he yelled again. “And five plus two, equals, SEVEN!”

“That’s right.”

Having established a pattern, the next sum was immediate: “Five plus three is EIGHT!”

I put the veges in the oven and went to see what he was up to. He was just writing numbers and adding them up, as far as I could see – not counting anything in particular. “The first one has to be five,” he told me, but I still don’t know quite why. “Five plus five is ten!”

I went back to the kitchen. After a little while, he called out, “Mum! What’s ten plus ten?”

“I think you can figure that out,” I encouraged him.

Later, over dinner, I realised I hadn’t heard his answer. “Did you figure it out?”

“Yes!” he was proud of himself. “I counted on my fingers. Ten plus ten is… twenty-one!”

The Dad and I exchanged glances.

“Hmmm, really? Perhaps we should check.” I held up both hands and we agreed that was ten. Then I raised one finger at a time and we counted on from eleven. Twenty!

Fainjin looked thoughtful. “Maybe I have more fingers than you.”

*© UpsideBackwards 2012.*

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