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?
Rilla, incredulous: You mean there are minutes in the night??
Hmm, I Think We’ll Keep Looking, Dear
Rhymes with ‘how’
Self-Awareness at Age Six
In Which Huck Poses for a Flip Book