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Twenty-eight… Twenty-nine… Twenty-ten…

That’s CJ counting. He does great all the way from zero to twenty-nine, and then he goes to twenty-ten. Then twenty-eleven. In fact, unchecked, he’ll count all the way up to twenty-twenty-nine. Then he stops.

I have tried to explain “thirty” to him. We’ve written it on paper, we’ve used refrigerator magnets to illustrate it, and no dice. I don’t know why “twenty” was a simple concept for him to grasp, but “thirty” seems almost impossible. But that isn’t my reason for writing this.

At some point in the past year, I stopped being the ultimate authority on everything. When CJ was younger, he believed that I spoke the truth and knew what I was talking about. Now, when I say “Thirty” he laughs and says “No, that’s not right” and says twenty-ten. The same with “Wednesday Wednesday Friday“. He won’t agree with me that Thursday exists and giggles at the idea of it.

When did this happen? I used to know everything. Now, I know nothing. My ego is in shock. If my son doesn’t think I know everything, I can’t count on anyone else being fooled either.

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