Someone who either doesn't like me very much or who wants to challenge my mental stability has planted the phrase, "What time is it?" into Alexis' brain. I have no idea why the freakity frack a 2-year old needs to know the time, especially when that 2-year old's understanding of the concept is limited to recognizing that "tomorrow" means quit asking until you've slept and "later" means when Daddy walks through the door. Perhaps she has a hot date I don't know about, has invited Dora the Latina Whore over for tea, or needs to be home in time for her programs on the tele. I have no idea.

As we were driving home from a day of shopping and errands, Alexis started in with the time thing.

Alexis: "What time is it, Momma?"
Me: "It's 7:39."
Alexis: "What time is it, Daddy?"
Mr. Husband: "It's 7:39."

Of course neither of us can be trusted to be telling the truth. She ALWAYS asks both.

Alexis: "What time is it, Momma?"
Me: "It's 7:40."
Alexis: "What time is it, Daddy?"
Mr. Husband: "It's 7:40."

Why, yes, she is so spectacular as to ask the question repeatedly.

Alexis: "What time is it, Momma?"
Me (sighing): "It's 7:40, Alexis."
Alexis: "I ask Daddy. Daddy, what time is it?"
Mr. Husband: "It's 7:41."

Of course we are so ridiculous as to actually look at the clock before answering. We could answer, "It's eleventy seventeen 102," and she wouldn't know the difference. But are we smart enough to do that? Of course not.

Alexis: "What time is it, Daddy?"
Mr. Husband: "Alexis, it's still 7:41."
Alexis: "No it not. Mommy, what time is it?"
Me: "It's 7:42, Alexis."
Alexis: "Bad, Daddy!"

Playing us off one another. At the age of two. Fantastic!

Alexis: "What time is it Daddy?"
*Heads explode."

How old does she need to be before I tell her that it's time for her to buy a watch? I don't care if I did hate it when my mom used to say that to me all the time, it's starting to sound like a perfectly good response.