Molly and I were at the park the other day and one of the fathers there asked Molly how old she was.
Molly: I'm one and two.
Father: You're two years old?
Molly: No, I'm one and two.
Father looks a little confused.
Molly sighs.
Molly: I'm one and two.
Molly holds up one hand with one finger up and her other hand with two fingers up.
Molly: One and two.
Molly then holds up one hand with three fingers up.
Molly: I'm three years old. One and Two.
Father turns to me, impressed: So, she can count, huh?
Yup, we're in trouble.
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