When I was a geek, I spake as a geek, I understood as a geek, I thought as a geek: but when I became a mother, I let my son do it instead.

My son just walked into the living room with the number candles for his sister's birthday cake.

"It's January," he said, holding up a

1,

"and it's the 21st," he added, holding up a

2 and a 1,

"and she's turning

12,"

he concluded, reversing the numbers.

Call me a sideshow geek, but it gives me the warm fuzzies to see him noticing number patterns like that.