"I figured it out!"

"What?" Beth had her teeth embedded in a crayon. Periwinkle. Old lady lipstick.

"I counted from here to the door and that's why I'm smarter. I counted! It's thirty-. Um." He ran out of fingers to hold up, scrunched up his eyes. "Thirty-four."

"Nuh-uh. You did it wrong." She picked a bit of wrapper off of her tongue.

Harry shook his head, quick like a bird. "I didn't. I did it like this." He demonstrated, like he was walking along a balance beam, heel to toe.

"Nuh-uh. You gotta do it backwards, see?" She did Harry's thing in reverse, looking straight ahead. "You did it the wrong way. It's shorter your way. You cheated!"

Harry wiped his nose on the sleeve of his overalls. "I'm still smarter than a girl."