Last night I taught Diego about rating things on a number scale.  So on a scale of 0-10, if 10 was the best thing he ever ate in his life, and 0 was the worst, he ranked the oatmeal scones we made but forgot to put sugar in as a 10.  Dinner was a 1.  The artichoke we shared after dinner was a 10.  I'm wondering if this is a 5-year old thing or a Diego thing: nothing is just ok.  After dinner, the big kids were in the bath and I was holding Claudia while she clapped her hands and bounced on my lap.  I said "On a scale of 0 to 10, how much do you love her?" And Diego said: "I love her google."  Me too.