Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Time has come to my four and a half year old Little Man's life.



I knew it would come sooner or later and I was not looking forward to it.

Call me selfish, but I purposely had not had many clock conversations with him, but I knew he was trying to learn how to tell the time on an analogue clock, but I wasn't encouraging it beyond a wooden Mickey Mouse clock he had coveted for the Christmas after his 2nd birthday and the absolutely necessary process of purchasing a digital Gro Clock to ensure he didn't get ME up too early! (A total MUST by the way, I must remember review it more thoroughly).  He also surprised me last Mother's Day with a big ornate, musical Clock *cringe* which I convinced him was best in the playroom where we could all see it. *wink-wink*

But I digress as usual, as it happened, tonight was the night.  I announced it was 10 minutes to bed time and we should start to clean up the playroom.  This took about two minutes, so I grabbed the opportunity to announce it was time for teeth, toot and bed.  He looked up at the clock and replied, "No Mum, there's about 8 minutes to go".  I blinked and thought Oh No!  I asked exactly why he thought that and he then proceeded to explain how to read an analogue clock.  He does this stuff periodically.  A couple of weeks ago he was using his brothers head to explain how important the circulatory system is for brain function!

This is major. This is huge. This is going to change my life. 

No longer can I send him for his day time sleep at the point where I NEED him to go to sleep.
No longer can I get him tucked into bed early when he is so tired, he really needs it.
No longer can I be late or early with lunch and dinner.

Oh, and of course, Yay! Well done Little Man!