"Tenteen"

A lot of times, Henry will tell me that he has to go potty, only to absolutely refuse when I say, "ok, let's go!"  My method of quelling the tantrum that generally follows this is to tell him that we'll just go real quick, that we'll just sit down on the potty, count to ten, then get off.  Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, but it's what I try each time.  The other day was one of the days it worked and after we counted to ten, Henry kept going.  I had no idea he could count past ten, so I let him go to see how far he'd get.  "Eleven, twelve, firteen, fourteen, sisteen, sessenteen, eighteen, nineteen..." then he paused and said, "tenteen!"  I'm not sure I've ever been prouder of anything in my life.  Yes, he skipped fifteen and no, tenteen isn't what comes after nineteen, but the thought process was so clear and logical and it illustrated to me that he really gets it.  He didn't just memorize a bunch of numbers but he truly understands the how they relate to one another.  If he's still saying tenteen when he's tenteen, then we'll have a problem but for now, I was one proud mama.  :D  Clever clogs.  :)