a story to cheer up anyone who's having an icky day
when my mom was a teenager, she worked a lot with children's ministry. she met this little boy. we'll call him george (cuz i don't remember his name lol). one day...
my mom: hey george. i love you. do you love me?
george: yes
mom: how much do you love me?
george: hmmm... 8.
mom:
she just accepted the answer not knowing what it meant. she told the story to his mom, and she starts laughing. "he said 8 because that's the highest number he can count to."