Counting

I surprised Mum and Dad this morning with my nifty counting skills.

We were walking through the carpark on our way to church and I started counting the cars.

"One, two, three, four..."

Mum and Dad looked at each other; they've never heard me count in proper sequence before.

"Five, six, seven..."

"How high can he go?" Dad asked Mum.

"Eight!"

There were high fives all round.