The Asherman

We were walking to the local bakery when Mr. 3 asked when he would be old enough to cross the street by himself.  I told him 6 as is our custom. 

"Okay, that's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.  And then I can cross."

That's right I told him.  So he counted a bit more and then said, "I like numbers. I'm a numbers guy.  And a letter guy.  Actually I'm just an Asherman."

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