Forty-two and a half

Along with Phook's quotable quotes, I would hereby like to share her favorite number. Because it is hilarious. Friends, my child has been obsessed with the number "forty-two and a half" for a solid six months. I find this really interesting, because the child can currently count to 9.

Upon stepping on a scale for recreation, when I ask her how much she weighs, it is always, always, always, "forty-two and a half." Not accurate. But she's getting close.

Upon asking me what time it is (another favorite activity of late) and upon hearing my response that it is 5:30 or something, she inevitably says, "No, I henk (Phookspeak for "think") it's forty-two and a half."

Upon being asked how many deer are rambling around in the field, she replies, "Forty-two and a half." That's especially interesting to contemplate.

Upon carrying armfuls of stuffed animals from one location to another, she reports, "I've got lots and lots of guys. Forty-two and a half of them." Okay, Phook, it's your story.

So there you have it. Yet another example of the absurdity of Phook that I think the world is better off knowing. Gotta love her.