counting on the commute

Leave it to my daughter to come up with the one way to make the morning commute seem longer.

"How much time until we get there?" she asked.

"Oh, about 10 minutes," I say, inwardly growling at the slow-moving inside-the-beltway traffic.

"How long is that?"

"If you counted to 60 ten times, that's how long it would be."

"Oh, okay."

Then she proceeded to do it. And didn't stop, even when we pulled into the parking garage. Apparently, I had unknowingly issued a challenge.

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen -- how many have I already counted?"

"You've counted to 60 three times."

"Oh yeah. Now, where was I?"

It's a really good thing she's so cute.