Last night Little Girl had dance lessons, and Soccer Dad went to the local coffee shop with Big Girl and I. Big Girl was feeling a bit goofy and suddenly said, "I have 31 fingers."
"What?" I thought to myself Thirty-one is a prime number...how will this work?
So Big Girl counted off on her fingers as she put them up, one at a time.
"10, 15, 20, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 30, 31!"
This set us all of into gales of laughter, but Big Girl wasn't done yet.
"I also have two quillion hands!"
"That's impossible," I said, "because you have only 31 fingers -"
"No," she interrupted. "Some hands don't have any fingers."
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