Ball-Vant Family and Friends

I had an interesting conversation at playcentre today (on our third free visit). As I pushed a nice young man named Taylor in a swing, he began to count.

Taylor: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, twenty. Does fifteen come before twenty?

Greg: Sixteen.

Taylor: Sixteen. What comes after sixteen?

Greg: Seventeen.

Taylor: Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine. (pauses)

Greg: Thirty.

Taylor: Thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine. (pauses again)

Greg: Forty.

Taylor: Forty, forty one, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine. (another pause)

Greg: Fifty.

Taylor: Fifty, fifty one, fifty two, fifty three, fifty four. It keeps going one, two, three, four, over and over again. I wonder why it does that?

Greg: (Tries to think of a reply to this rather deep question…)

Taylor: Where was I up to?

Greg: Fifty one?

Taylor: Fifty one, fifty two, fifty three, fifty four. That’s right, I was up to fifty four. Fifty four, fifty five, fifty six, fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine. Thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, ninety. I already said ninety before twenty.