Kids say the darnedest things.

Little Boy (about three years old, to Jackson): Count to three.
Jackson: (sucks on his fingers, plays with some wood chips)
L.B. (frustrated): Count to three!
Jackson (takes fingers out of mouth, makes pronouncement): Guh!
L.B. (to me): Make him count to three.
Me: He can't count.
L.B. (to me): You count to three.
Me (why not?): Okay!
L.B. (getting me started): One . . .
Me: One.
L.B. (because obviously this whole family needs a push): Two . . .
Me: Two.
L.B. (needs a ride is more like it): Three . . .
Me: Three.
L.B. (why stop now?): Four . . .
Me (please, God, make him stop soon): Four . . .
L.B. (triumphantly): Sexy!
Me (huh?): Huh?
L.B. (thinking I'm deaf as well as slow): SEXY!
Me (diplomatically): I think you skipped one.
L.B.'s Mother (sensing trouble from twenty feet away): Nathaniel, get over here and quit kissing that baby!