A conversation with Inigo

Inigo is wandering the house with a small bowl of sultanas, muttering, “‘tanas, ‘tanas, ‘tanas”.

I ask him, “Can Mama have a sultana?”, holding out my hand.

He nods, placing a single sultana in my hand.  “One”, he says.

“May I have another one?”.

“Two”, he says, as I get another sultana.

“Another one?”

“Three”, a third sultana is placed in my hand.

I am happy that he is so generous with the precious sultanas, thrilled that he can count so well.  I decide to push my luck in both areas.

“May I have another one?”

“No”.  Apparently that was a step too far, in the generosity department, still not sure about the counting!