When my in-laws returned from the south seas, they brought each of my kids a watch. This was a really good thing, because my son especially, is notorius for not paying attention to the time. Things changed after he strapped that watch to his wrist. Every three minutes he asked me if the time was right.
"Yeah, dude. It's in sync with my watch. You're good."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
All day long, he'd ask. I couldn't wait to go to sleep, so he'd stopping asking about the time. Well, as it turns out, going to sleep didn't help much.
This morning, at the crack of dawn, the boy came in to my bedroom with his watch. It was beeping loudly.
"Mama. Can you fix my watch?"
I looked at the clock. It was 5:00 AM. "Um, no. Ask Daddy."
Fortunately, the daddy who is a technical genious any time of day or night, came to the rescue. He shut that watch right up.
Unfortuantely, we were all wide awake by that time. So we went downstairs to see what the Easter Bunny left. There was my boy, watch strapped on, eating chocolate at 5:00 in the morning.