In order to get to Jonathan's appointment I had to wake him up from his nap. He got to keep his binky (pacifier) to the car. When we got to the car I offered him a granola bar as a snack. He held it firmly in his hand, and I asked for his binky. He was quiet for the whole ride to the eye clinic. When I went to get him out of his seat, there was his uneaten granola bar. Feeling really badly, I offered Jonathan his binky. He took it, still clutching onto his granola bar. I asked for the binky back when we got inside. (they have a small play area and I didn't feel like losing a pacifier) He willingly gave it up. We get inside to sign in where he tells everyone he's sick (he's not, this is the eye doctor). All the while he's clutching onto the granola bar. We sit down in the waiting area and I ask if he's going to eat the granola bar.
"Yes" he says as he just sits there. I ask a second time and it was like the light bulb went on, "oh yeah, food". He then proceeds to start counting (mouth full of food no less), "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9."
I corrected him, "7, 8, 9." He practically shouts "10!" I asked if he knew what came after 10.
"9?"
I told him that 11 came next. He then says "12."
"What comes after 12, do you know?"
"10".
I said "10, 11, 12."
"13"
"Very good Jonathan. Who taught you that? Did Elizabeth teach you that?"
"No"
"Did you learn that from Elmo (we have a TV game that uses Sesame Street for learning)
"Animals!" (There are animals on the Elmo game.)