Two

I put Henry in bed at 8:00.  He got quiet very quickly and I assumed he fell asleep fast because he's been sick and didn't nap well today.  At 9:30 he shouted, "Mommy!  My two!  Two!  I have two!" at the top of his lungs.  I hustled to his room to see what he was talking about.  He was standing up in his crib, beaming the biggest smile I've ever seen, and proudly holding up two fingers with all the others correctly folded in. 

He'd been in bed working on that for an hour and a half.

Love that kid.