The 11-year old: Can I please play RTC on the computer?
Him: Would it help if I said please?
Me: (lying) No.
Me: Well I don’t want you in front of that computer all night. You can play until 6:15.
Me: Now you need to be able to tell time. To time yourself. I don’t want to have to come in there at like, seven and tell you to get off. Understand?
Him: No problem.
Me: (at 7 p.m.) Get off!
Happens every time. Like clockwork. Well at least something has to do with time.