"You don't want me to get to three," I said.
"I don't? Why? What happens when you count to three??" he said (very well knowing what happens when I get to three).
"You go to time out," I reminded him.
"Oh. Well, what happens when you count to four?" he asked.
"Jackson, don't worry about it." At this point I knew it was hopeless.
"Ok. So I shouldn't worry what happens when you count to four...or ten...or eighty??" he asked. "Just three?"
How do kids come up with this stuff??