"Mama, which number is bigger eighty seven or fifty nine?"
Lately, The Mayor has been obsessed with this line of questioning and has seemed interested in understanding how numbers work.
Eager to help, I found a container of dried chickpeas that I have owned (and moved from house to house) for the last fifteen years.
I put a handful of the beans on the table and asked The Mayor to count them into piles of ten.
He counted out four piles.
I explained that four tens was forty.
Using a pad and a piece of paper, I lectured on the subject of counting by tens.
I waved my arms.
I was incredible, amazing, stupendous even!
The Mayor pushed all forty chickpeas into one pile.
"Let's play a different game now, Mama," he said.
I put my pad down and gave him my full attention.
"Which is bigger, seventy four or twenty three?"