Conversation while trying to put wide-awake Solom to bed after a long, long day.
Me: Okay betay, good night.
S: Solom's go OUT.
Me: Solom will do nothing of the sort. Solom will close his eyes and think of Allah and then Solom will Go. To. SLEEP. GOOD NIGHT.
S (holding three fingers out): How many Allahs I have?