This morning I fed my son breakfast. I asked him if he wanted some cereal. He said yes, and I asked him how much he wanted to eat. "39 pieces," he replied. I laughed. Not 38, not 40? 39 pieces? "Yes," he replied. This evening after we returned home, he said, "Dad, I want to play with you for 39 minutes." 39 minutes? Not 38, not 40? 39 minutes? "Yes," he replied. 39 is apparently a lot of something. How he came up with 39, I’ll never know. Kids say the darndest things!
