Thirty-Eight and Counting...

I'm frosting a home made birthday cake.

Zoe: "Happy Birthday, Mommy!"

"Thank you, hon."

Dmitri: "How old are you again?"

Sigh. "Thirty-eight."

Zoe: "I can count to thirty-eight!"

Me: "I know."

Zoe: "Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineteneleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteen

(DEEPBREATH)

sixteenseventeeneighteennineteentwentytwentyonetwentytwotwentythreetwentyfourtwentyfive

(DEEPBREATH)

twentysixtwentyseventwentyeighttwentyninethirtythirtyonethirtytwothirtythreethirtyfourthirty

(DEEPBREATH)

FIVEthirtySIXthirtySEVENthirtyEIGHT!"

By now, the cake's frosted.

Me: "Good job!"

Zoe: "I'm gonna go lie down."

Me: "What's the matter?"

Zoe: "Counting that high made my head hurt!"