My father was completely lost in the kitchen and never ate unless someone prepared a meal for him.
When Mother was ill, however, he volunteered to go to the supermarket for her. She sent him off with a carefully numbered list of seven items.
Dad returned shortly, very proud of himself, and proceeded to unpack the grocery bags.
He had one bag of flour, two dozen eggs, three heads of lettuce, four boxes of cereal, five loaves of bread, six cantaloupes, and seven avocados.