....that this baby currently residing in my uterus (with something wedged rather inhospitably under my ribs) is gonna be born with the uncanny ability to count from 1 to 3.
She will probably think too that my normal tone of voice is that of a shrieking beast.
For such is the frequency these days that I appear to be giving out warnings and counting sternly to three before one of my delightful monsters requires a visit (or 8) to the naughty spot.
I just can't work out if my unborn child's numerical brilliance will be the result of my good parenting or bad.
Ah well brilliance is brilliance.
Who cares how we get there.