Matthew's been trying to get me to take him outside all morning. Poor harassed dad.
He came up to me at about 9:30, "watch" (Jimmy Neutron compass with armband) in hand. "Wash! Up high!" he demanded, pointing at his upper arm where he likes to wear it.
"No, not with that shirt; it would be too tight. I'll put it on down low."
Once it was on, Matthew looked at it and declared, "Five o'clock! Time doh [go] owsi'e! [outside]"
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