So as I'm dishing up lunch for six, the following conversation starts:
Bookworm: I love pasta!
Buzz: Me too!
N (my nephew): Me three!
Aslan: Me four!
(Continues until eight or nine)
Me (can't resist joining in): Me thirty-nine!
N (getting into the spirit): Me eighty-one!
Bookworm: Me one hundred! (afraid she hasn't sufficiently established supremacy) No, wait, me a million!
Buzz: Me a billion!
Aslan: Me a quadrillion!
Bookworm: Me a zillion!
N (doggedly refusing to yield): Me a kadillion!
Buzz (always looking for the competitive edge): Me a googol!
Bookworm (could do this all day): Me a googol and one!
Buzz (did I mention competitive): Mommy, what else comes after a googol?
Between the continual hunt for new words and the ever-present thirst to one-up each other, I never know what they're going to come up with next!