Counting
Daniel likes numbers. They are orderly, logical and predictable. They do what you tell them to do and they make the world a safer place for him. He has always liked numbers (in an almost autistic way, one of the many slightly kooky things about him). At the library, he takes out math books and teaches himself fractions and multiplication and estimation. He was learning to count by twos, threes, fives and sevens when he was just two. He once tried to count to a googol. He asks people’s ages, birthdays, heights and shoe sizes. He categorizes things by numbers. The way he acquainted himself with this neighborhood when we moved here (two months after his second birthday) was by roaming the streets maniacally, shouting out house numbers and, if they had left the number off, he’dfigure out what the number of the house should be or if there was an empty lot, he’d figure out what that number would have been. He likes numbers.
How do you think Daniel felt when he discovered there was such a thing as a pedometer? Would it help you guess if I told you that it takes him 2425 steps to get to school?
On man. A divine day it would be to get Daniel and Aidan in a room together.
He’s quirky too and also, in love with the pedometer.
I love that thing too becuase it entertains him endlessly as he runs around the house in circles trying to get higher and higher numbers.
Oh it does sound like they’d do great together. Daniel and Helena took turns (when the pedometer was visiting) trying to run around enough to get it up to a thousand. It was great.
Love the pedometer myself, so can completely understand the fascination. However, what’ll happen when the journey to school takes 2445 steps next time?