In awe of the boy

Five year old Jack has a sore stomach. I tell him he should rest on the sofa for an hour. He can't sleep, but is very patient. Near the end of the hour, he asks me how much longer. I absentmindedly tell him seven minutes.

Exactly seven minutes later, he says "Surely I can stop resting now." When I ask him how he knows, he tells me, as if it's obvious, that he counted "One Mississipi, two Mississipi, ... all the way to sixty; seven times."

That boy takes my breath away.