Ian, Laurel and I are at my mom and dad's for lunch. Somehow, Laurel ends up eating inside with my parents, while Ian and I eat outside on the patio table. Ian gets to spend the night, so I talk over a few items he needs to remember.
Me: Ian, remember to help Grandma and do what she says.
Ian: Oh, yes, of course, Mommy. I always help Grandma.
Me: Oh, good, I knew I could count on you, buddy!!!
Ian ponders what I've said.
Ian: And I can count on you, too, Mommy.
He then points and traces along my body and counts: One, two, three, four, five, six...eighteen, nineteen, twenty! See, I CAN count on you!