A Conversation

Ben came to me and said, "Mama, put on my watch." (Mind you, this isn't really a watch, it's a pink bracelet that straps on like a watch, has a heart on the fron with a unicorn inside it and three tiny metal balls that the wearer is suppoed to try to get in holes.)



He then proceeded down the hall triumphanly calling out to his sister, "Jackie I have on my watch!"



Jackie sees the watch and says, "Ben is that your watch?"



"Yeah, I got my watch."



"What time is it?"



"It's 7:00." (I have no idea what the significance of 7:00 is BTW)



"It's 7:00 Ben?"



"Yeah, it's 7:00."



About 45 seconds later. . . "Ben, what time is it?"



"It's 7:00 Jackie."



"It was 7:00 last time. Isn't it 8:00 now?"



"No Jackie, it's 7:00."

I overheard the conversation and repeated it to Rob. He said, "Ben's smart, he knows that time doesn't move that fast."

But about 5 or 10 minutes later, Ben's 'watch' must have fallen off because he came back to get me to put it on again. Again, he runs down the hallway saying, "Jackie, I got my watch."

"What time is it?"

"It's 7:00"

"It has to be 8:00 now because it's been a long time since I asked."

"Nope, it's 7:00"

So I commented to Rob, "They must be in Amarillo."