I was trying to negotiate a happy resolution of our nightly bedtime routine. (Gdog likes to stay up as late as his sisters, but the mornings are not so happy when he does this.) But it is summer and I want him to have happy memories of hanging with his sisters.
It was about 9:30pm when I called out from my room to the family room. "It is time for bed, Gavin and Tiffany."
Tiffany responded after my 3rd try...
"The show is almost over." She calls out with a distracted air.
"How much time is left?" I say.
Then a long pause.
"If you don't answer me right now you have to turn it off." I say. "How much time is left on the show." Again I am waiting for a response from Tiffany and growing tired of the absence of a response.
Then Gdog, afraid he might have to go to bed, yells out the only amount of time he can think of.... "45 minutes"
1 comment:
Sounds about right....to the person on the computer or the person watching TV, 45 minutes can fly right by!
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