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As I was working on the computer last night, Gabe came into the office several times, to show me how he could toss and spin a beachball different ways and catch it, stating each time “Just one more time”. On his last entry, I said “give me a minute”. He said OK and walked out. Five minutes later he came back. This is how the conversation went:
Gabe: I’m a little confused.
Me: About what?
Gabe: I’m confused about minutes. Some minutes are long, and some minutes are short.
Me: What do you mean?
Gabe: Sometimes a minute takes a long time, sometimes a minute is really short.
Hmm! I then proceeded to try and explain how sometimes when an adult says “give me a minute”, they are not always asking for an actual minute, they usually mean more than a minute, but, sometimes it can be less.
Oh the joys of parenthood!