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"One, two, three, four, five," counts Matthew. He can count all the way into his 30's with few mistakes. "Six, seven, eight, nine, TEN!"

I am listening, but only absentmindedly, cleaning up dishes and pouring bowls of cereal.

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen,"

He's pretty good, but this is where the going gets rough. "Foouuurrrteen," he says cautiously. "Fiiiiifteen . . . siiiixteen . . . baseball team . . . eightttteen. . ."

Wait. Baseball team?