What am I supposed to say to that?

So, bedtime has become somewhat of an issue lately.  Tori uses every excuse she can think of to avoid it, and boy, can she think of excuses.  Tonight, she didn't want to go to bed, because, "I have to help Dora get through this forest."  (A game on her computer.  Yeah.  She's more computer literate than my mom.  Not that that's saying much, but still.)  So I told her that was the wrong answer, and that the right answer was, "Yes, Mommy.  I'm going right now."  Tori doesn't even miss a beat, and fires back with, "Well, the wrong answer is 'No, I'm doing my computer,' and that's what I'm telling you."  Seriously?  What do you say to that?  Then, her dad tells her she can play for a few more minutes, so that's that.  Until... her computer messes up.  She turns to him and says, "Dad, this stupid thing's not working.  Fix it."  He tells her he can't.  She promptly responds with, "Well, that's because your brain is dead.  Your batteries musta died."

Where in the world does this kid come up with this stuff?  She's only four!  Seriously, some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth just blows me away.  We have church tomorrow, so I'm sure I'll have more to blog about after that.  Peace out!