The other night I wanted Quinn to go to bed at a decent hour - because it was exam time - so he was meant to be asleep by 9pm.
He finally got into bed but then was sitting reading. It went like this:
Me: 'Quinn it's quarter past nine...'
Me: 'Quinn it's nine thirty..'
Me: 'QUINN now it's quarter to TEN!'
Quinn: 'Nice, just what I have always wanted. A talking clock!'
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