Irritated, I told him, “Count backwards from a hundred. If you still want to when you’re done, I’ll give you that fight.”
Hehe. By then, she’ll be done with the rats, right?
He set his jaw stubbornly, refusing me the courtesy of a countdown.
I wonder if he’s counting internally, though.
Ignoring him, I looked at a young boy in the group. Eight or nine years old, “What’s your name?”
He looked up at his mother, then at me, “R.J.”
Oh hey, it’s my dad… Wait, what?
“R.J. Can you count to a hundred?”
Ahahahaha! She really wants that countdown, doesn’t she!
“Of course,” he looked offended at the idea that he couldn’t.
“Show me.”
Though in this case it seems like it’ll be a count-up instead.
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