The One Where Sidney Thinks I'm Psychic

Sidney bounded into the living room where I was extra-special-busy being completely obnoxious to the dogs earlier this evening and shouted, straight into my face, "TODAY WAS THE FIRST DAY OF BASEBALL PRACTICE AND GUESS WHAT NUMBER I GOT?!?" The following conversation ensued.

Me: Okay. Umm, thirteen?

Sid: No.

Me: Twenty-two.

Sid: Nope.

Me: Six.

Sid: No.

Me: Eleven.

Sid: No.

Me: Seventeen.

Sid: No.

Me: Forty-four.

Sid: No.

Me: Six.

Sid: No.

Me: Twenty-one.

Sid: No.

Me: Ten.

Sid: No.

Me: Nine.

Sid: No.

Me: Eight.

Sid: No.

Me: Seven.

Sid: OH MY GOD HOW'D YOU KNOW?!?

Me (shrugging): I have a sense about these things.