Number System

Lil brother was tap dancing in bladder-busting desperation as the resentful, bored teenagers dully processed our holiday returns. OK-so there were a thousand people in this tiny, dim (how could they even see the barcode, for crying out load?!?), over priced (over-rated, rather) store-but note to staff: eye rolling doesn't make customers go away. Although I felt sorry for lil brother's plight-having to pee is the worst!-there was nothing to be done about it until we got our goods. Finally at fever pitch, lil brother's hopping and clutching reaches the critical point. "MOM! I gotta go NUMBER 3!" ...Huh??? Three???... "Yeah, das pee AND poop. But don't worry. I don't have to do NUMBER 4, dus NUMBER 3!" ...Number 4???... "Yeah, das puke with de pee AND poop." ...Mmmmmmkayyyyy, I nod... Four is NOT a lucky number, people. Now you know...