The logic of it

Last weekend, we were going to Guruvayoor by train.Since it was an ac coach, the train was reasonably clean (and I am not too fussy), so let Sonny boy have the run of the coach. In the next compartment was a cute boy, slightly older than my 3 year old. After the initial shy looks and peeps, they decided to bond.

They had a wonderful time together playing bulls-pawing-the-floor and locking horns; clambering up the berths- the 3 year long legs valiantly trying to keep pace with the legs with about a year's extra growth, and of course chatting nineteen to the dozen- my son loves this!
Unfortunately he is not totally proficient at it yet.

Midway they got down to figures. Said the elder cutie, I'm 4 years old. Are you 4?
Said mine- Noooo, i'm not 4, I'm Agashya! (Agastya)

Decided then that my son takes after me. Numbers are a mere piffle for him and hold no attraction. But logic rules! And it won the day for him that night as all of us listening collapsed in laughter at the irrefutable logic of my son, which had the 4 year old totally stumped.