Seven eleven

My daughter has recently learnt how to count. Up to twelve. Quite impressive, I think. She counts her way up the stairs, and enjoys counting the alternate numbers with me.

However she seems to have an aversion to, nay a complete refusal to acknowledge the existence of, the numbers seven and eleven. Six glides seamlessly to eight, and ten hops straight to twelve. While I understand that seven and eleven are probably two of the harder numbers to pronounce, I’m worried that she’s showing an early aversion to prime numbers. Hopefully she’ll incorporate them into her repertoire soon.

(Having said that, I’ve just tried to think of any other numbers that are less deserving of attention, and there aren’t any, in my humble opinion.

One is important because it is—no questions asked; two is the first prime, three the first odd prime, four is our first non-trivial perfect square, five maybe gets a greater sense of importance owing to our use of the decimal system, but it is in the Fibonacci series; six is the product of our first two primes; seven is such a lovely number, and prime; eight is our first non-trivial perfect cube; nine another perfect square; ten, see five; eleven is simply adorable, both as a word and a prime number; and twelve shares eleven’s beauty as a word, and is divisible by our first four integers.)