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A certain 2-year old came into our bedroom this morning and asked, "Do you want to see my rock?"

"Sure," I mumbled into my pillow.

"Oh-tay," she said, and she proceeded to shove her hands down her leggings and pull out a pebble.

I sat up and looked down at her. There were several more unusual lumps showing through her leggings. "How many rocks do you have in there?" I asked.

She shoved her hands down her leggings again, counting. She counted all the way up to eight but only produced four other rocks.

"I have eight rocks," she said. "And you need to go to the store and buy me pockets."