Clocks Don't Talk

Not only is this story funny, it's to my gain that it worked out the way it did.....

Father's Day Morning:  6:15am.  Woken up by the damn birds AGAIN, Will sails into our bedroom with his boundless energy.  "Hi Mommy!  It's morning time!!  Can I sit on your bed?  What do you want to do today?  Can I have chocolate milk for breakfast?"  And with that riccochet of toddler verbage, he was off and running into the living room. 

Ugh.  To have that kind of energy, I don't know if I'm jealous or just chagrined.  It being Father's Day, I vowed to take care of it and see if he'd go back to bed.  I woefully roused myself and threw on my robe, and left the sanctuary of my bedroom.

Me:  "Will, it's too early honey.  Let's get you back into bed."

Will: "NO Mommy!  It's morning time!  I want to have breakfast and watch TV!"  starts to cry.

Me:  "ok buddy, I'll make you a deal.  I'll get you a cereal bar and some milk, and turn on the TV.  See that clock there?  It's says six-two-five right now.  When it says seven-three-zero, you can come and get me."

He agrees easily, and I sleepily pour him the milk and open a cereal bar.  I head back to bed and hubby says "that went well." 

I awake to Sean's cries and glance at the clock.  It's now 8:45.  Huh.  Why didn't Will come and get me?  What the hell has he gotten himself into???"  I whip open my bedroom door and there he is, sitting in the living room.  He's brought a bin of toys onto the couch and is playing quietly. 

Me:  "Hey Buddy.  Whatcha doing?"

Will:  "My dinosaurs are having a breakfast campout!"

Me:  "Thanks for letting Mommy and Daddy sleep a little while longer.  How come you didn't get me when the clock said seven-three-zero?" 

And this is the best part....

"Mommy, it never said seven-three-zero.  'Cause CLOCKS DON'T TALK!"  :)