The repetitive question

In our house the office is just through the master bathroom so to get to it you have to come through our bedroom and bathroom. Rachel loves being on the computer, but she is not allowed in the bathroom if the door is closed which means no access to the computer.

Rachel knocks on the bathroom door, Daddy is about to turn the shower on and mommy is in the office at the computer.

Rachel - (knock, knock)

Daddy - What?

Rachel - Can I play on the computer?

Daddy - No, mommy is using it.

Rachel - Can I talk to her.

Daddy - No, I am about to take a shower.

Rachel - I just really need to talk to her

Daddy - It will have to wait.

Rachel - Please I really need to.

Matthew (fully dressed) opens the door, Rachel rushes through the bathroom and walks up to me in the office.

Mom - What is it!!

Rachel - Umm, Mommy, Umm,, What time is it?

Mom - Get out silly girl.

Matthew was not amused I could not help but laughing out loud. Rachel must ask us this question 10-15 times a day...I am not exaggerating.