Since the birthday, we have been working with Miss B. on saying how old she is. We'll ask: "How old are you?" and she'll go "Two!" with two little crossed fingers.
Today the Mom and I were in the car with the Dad, Granddad and Miss B. The Dad and Granddad were engrossed in conversation and us three ladies were packed in the backseat of the wagon.
At one point, Granddad was talking about one of his friend's adult children, and the Dad asked Granddad: "How old are they?"
And Miss B. shouted out: "TWO!"