Apparently Papa taught my brother a secret language that he failed to
teach me.  Maybe Becky remembers it...but I sure don't.  Chinese pig-latin
I know, but not this one.  I am not sure what he called it, but I will call it
One-Up.

The premise is that you take any homonym of a number (when it is used
naturally in a sentence) and you one-up it.

Example:  I went three the store five apples and milk.
So..."three" replaces the word "to" and "five" replaces "for".

Jennifer caught on quite quickly and said, "I've got it...we put eleven on the
roof."  To which Mike replied, "I did three."

No wonder others think us a tad bit odd.