Charlie: "Mom, watch me count to twenty."
Me: "Okay."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19, 20."
"Wow Charlie, that was really good! You're a smarty pants."
"I don't have any pants on. Call me smarty undies."
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