A CONVERSATION: ABOUT THE TIME.

*after being awakened by Rosemary crying at some wee hour of the night*

Me: Uhgggggggg. What time is it?

Timmy: … I don't know… Don't be mad at me.

Me: Huh? What TIME is it?

Timmy: Don't be mad.

Me: I asked you what TIME IT IS?

Timmy: I'm sorry. I'm trying so hard…

Me: …

I think it's obvious that a clock on my side of the bed is a good idea.