The Life of Matthew

After dinner tonight I brought one of my books over to Mummy and asked if we could count. Mummy started me off and I counted to ten all on my own! This was in Danish don’t forget - I always talk to Mummy in Danish. I made a few mistakes but the mark from the Danish judge was 7/10.

I then did my numbers with Daddy in English and again counted to ten on my own. The mark from the English judge was 9/10 (I always seem to forget five).

I’m not worried about my Danish marks but I blame Mormor. Whenever we count together she always misses out syv (7). This naturally throws me. Daddy says that I’m being unfair; the number seven wasn’t invented when Mormor was a little girl!

The picture on this page gives a clue to my high score in English. I’m playing with Puppy, my friend that sings songs and teaches me things, and yes, one of those things is counting to ten. There is another reason that I’m good at counting to ten and it’s my favourite game but that’s for another time (can you guess what it is)?

Anyway. The two marks combined give me a total score of 16/20 or 80% which, if I were to do a degree in counting at university, would give me a First. I knew I was clever!

Until next time, bye, bye.