Mya

Mya totally blew me away the other day. We made cupcakes to bring to the birthday party, and she was helping me out. We only made half a tray, and froze the rest for future parties. Mya put the paper cups into the muffin tin for me, and when she was finished, she proceeded to point to each one and count, "one, two, three, four, five, six!"

Of course, now I know why she seemed to smart - Darius came running to me today and said, "Mama, do you remember Mt. Fizzlepop?" (from a kids show)
"Yup."
"Well, Mya just said it! Like a real boy! Like a big kid!"

And, you know, real boy big kids count to six all the time. Duh.