Mind: Blown

March 6, 2011 @ 7:33 am | Filed under:

Wonderboy, inquiring about my evening plans: What will you do at twelve o’clock?

(We’ve already covered nine, ten, and eleven o’clock.)

Me: I’ll go to bed, probably.

Rilla (gasps): Twelve o’clock at night?

Me: Yup.

Rilla, incredulous: You mean there are minutes in the night??


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    Jeanne says:

    Sigh. I love these things! I remember when my youngest son called the day after tomorrow “tomorrow tomorrow”. And then, when summer came, my oldest was able to wear “short sleeve pants.”

    No wonder we all hate to sleep away part of our 24 hours. All those MINUTES….

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    Hannah says:

    I love that girl.
    But you know that.
    Me hungry!

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    Melissa Wiley says:

    She misses you. Keeps asking when you’re coming back!

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    Leah Courtney says:

    I love it! What a kidism!

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    Ellie says:

    Well that’s torn it, now she’ll want to stay up all night, just to see 🙂

    (reminds me of something one of Anne-with-an-e’s children would have said).

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    Mary Patnaude says:

    Yes, and mommies see those minutes much too often!!