Nat just randomly asked me how many days it is until Christmas. I did some rough estimating and told her it will be, "205 days or so." So she hopped up, saying, "Oooh, let me go tell Wyatt!"
Then I hear this: "Wyatt, it's two thousand forty days until Trismas!"
"What?!", he replied.
"Ummm, it's two hundred coins until something."
Confused? Us, too. That sums up Natalie pretty well these days.