Ten is too many

It's the end of the day; dinner and bath time are done, and it's finally Lana's bedtime. We grab a couple books, as usual, and with a great sigh I read the first title, "One to ten." Anthony groans and says, "It should be 'One to Three.'" For some reason, this strikes us both as so hilarious it takes a full three minutes to regroup. Poor Lana must think we're crazy.

(This isn't the book we have, but it's close enough.)