The other night during dinner, Hubby began quizzing Sweet Pea on counting.
"How many is seven?"
Sweet Pea smiled and held up five fingers on one hand, and two on the other hand.
"How many is eight?"
Again, Sweet Pea smiled and held up five fingers on one hand, and now three on the other hand.
Me, being the smartypants that I am, said "How many is eleven?"
Without missing a beat, Sweet Pea smiled sweetly and held up one finger on each hand: 1 and 1, which, when you put them together is 11.
I guess we know who the smartier-pants is now.