The Sesame Street Count is so Last Year: Education Through Feist

On our vacation with Boo’s 3-year old cousin, we all imagined that the girls were the same age.

Really, what’s five months’ difference? So what if Boo is a little pushier than the older girl — she’s ten pounds heavier, too. I’d be pushy, too, if I were brawnier. And, sure, Boo is a little less likely to eat without being threatened with the ol’ no-more-play-doh-for-you-ever-again-until-you-go-to-college-and-buy-it-yourself, but then again, food is a lot less interesting than, say, imaginary beetles named “Meepa.”

So we all assumed that the 2-and-a-half year old and the 3-year old were identically-abled, except for one thing: Boo’s cuz kept counting.

Not just “counting” from one to thirty or whatever, mind, but actually enumerating objects around her: from bait worms to uncles, she couldn’t stop counting stuff.

Boo noticed, of course, and even tried to count a little herself. She didn’t really catch on to the skill, though, until a recent YouTube bender. I’m addicted to the Feist “1-2-3-4” video, and I do not overstate that: I really do have to watch the thing about once a week or I get jittery. But on this occasion, the search box returned something entirely unexpected:

Yes indeed, that is Feist, but instead of singing about teen angst, it’s sunbathing chickens and threshold-lingering penguins. And, it turns out, those were just the birds Boo needed to get her counting, counting, counting.

Now she counts all sorts of things, the swings at the zoo (“1, 2, 3, 9, 10, 4”) or the Cheerios she’s not eating (“1, 2, 6, 7, 4”). The only shortcoming — which I’m sure you’ll understand — is that every series has to end in a “4”. Ah, well, you can’t have everything: we’ll just convince Feist — or Elmo — to count to 5 next time.

Good enough for now.


By the way, if you haven’t seen the original Feist video, you really should have take a click. Unless you, like me, have an addictive personality when it comes to this stuff.