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.
“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!