So I’m helping Ty with his math homework last night, and he asks me to read off some numbers while he punches them into a calculator. So naturally I read them as if I’m Count Dracula from Sesame Street. 3, 7, 6, 5, and 2 Ah Ah Ahh… I mean, who wouldn’t.
But then I realize he has no idea who I’m talking about. So I bring him up on YouTube. Seems smart, right?
This was the video.
The Count’s a bad Mother. All that time, we thought he was just good at counting cookies. The whole time he was probably slaying Maria in his coffin. Nice work Count.