I volunteered at school this week, and I was to ask children to count to 100, record how far they could count and any numbers they repeated or skipped.
There were a couple of times when I got a little nervous about making it home that night. Two different boys did exactly the same thing. At 39, each one said, 30. From there, on to 39… and then, again 30. I was instructed not to coach or lead them to 100. After about 4 rounds of this, I began to wonder if I would be making it home in time to cook dinner. Finally, each one caught on.
One little boy looked at me and said, “I can’t count to 100. Only my brother can do that.”
“Why don’t you try and see how far you can go.”
He counted all the way to 99; no skips, no repeats. Then, he looked at me and said, “What do I do now?”