"Four!"

Sleepy times at our house sometimes drag on far longer than they should. Between prayers, kisses, bathroom visits and teeth brushings, this can go on for an hour, complete with nagging comments from Glory and me and telling the kids to hurry it up.

But, sometimes little statements from our kidlets tend to douse the fires of frustration.

Eldest child, while brushing her teeth, saw her 3 1/2 year-old sister tromping into the bathroom, again!

"Go to bed. I'll be there in a minute," she asserted, with toothbrush in her mouth.

"I have to go potty!" our toddler cried.

"What number, one or two?" oldest sister asked.

"What?" she asked, having no idea what her sister was asking.

"What number, one or two?" she asked again.

There was a slight pause.

"Four!" our little one responded.

Yikes! Both Glory and I, while listening to this from the dining room, started laughing.

"No," our teen said. "One or two?"

"Two," our little girl said, still clueless, but playing along with her sister's question.

She didn't go number two.

Bill