It is a running joke in my family that I am obsessed with time. Everytime I go in for another surgery (more on that in another post), the first thing I say when I wake up is "What time is it?
". Why? I have no idea. But it is an obsession. I will ask that question for the next couple or hours until the meds wear off.
Well funny thing is.....it's genetic! Grace has now become obsessed with the time. She will ask me at random times "what time it is?". Now remember she is 3 and has no concept of time.
Funny how the kids get the good and BAD traits ;)
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