So, on weekends, Olivia gets to stay up 'till 10.

At 10:05, Ellen shouts up: "OLIVIA!!! BED TIME!!!"

_{"no, mommie, it's not ten yet."}

The thing is, her "new" TV includes a cable box with a big f'ing digital clock on the front of it. Being a well-seasoned married couple, as this muffled reply echoed down stairs I looked at Ellen, just at the point she looked at me, as we remembered this fact together.

Ellen, and me, together: "OLIVIA!!!"

Count to three.

_{"oh, wait, yes it is. Goodnight!"}