"Hey, Aunt Kelly. Do you still want the Lemon Coolers?"
"You bet!" I told her. "What else are you selling?" She ran down the list, explained the different cookies to me, and I chose two other types. "So, that's three, then."
There was a pause. I could almost hear the wheels of Capitalism turning. "Three of each?" she said, all six-year old sweetness.
"Um, no, kiddo. That's three total."
She giggled. "Okay!"