Sitting at the breakfast table this morning, trying to estimate if it was time to head to church.
Bowling dad, "Garrett, go tell me what the clock says."
Garrett heads over to the microwave, "eight, dot-dot, twenty-six."
Eliza chimes in, "Is that a five or a two, because they look the same."
Garrett responds before anyone can interject, "It's a two. I can tell, because I have Magic Skills."
