Earlier this week I was working on my computer while Owen played nearby. For his birthday, we got him a little kids' cell phone, with big yellow buttons, assorted games and ring tones. The emergency button has three presets: the fire department ("I drive a truck and I have a dog with spots!"), the police ("I make sure people obey the rules!") and Paul's Pizza ("Paul's Pizza! This is Paul!"). Paul's Pizza is right up there with the police and fire dept. F'real? Anyway, when you push a number, Gabby (the chick on the other line) repeats the number, e.g. "BOOP. Five!" Owen was pressing the buttons and Gabby was repeating them. But before he pushed each button, he said the number out loud. So, in the background I heard, "Fie! BOOP. Five! Sith! BOOP. Six! Tee! BOOP. Three!" Slowly it worked its way into my conscience that, "HOLY CRAP! Owen knows his numbers!" At that moment I started wondering what the graduatio