My fourteen-year-old just asked me if my watch works.
I glanced down at the many-moons-old, radio controlled device, which always tells me the exact (as in to the second) right time, which quite clearly then, was a present from my very German husband and I thought to myself: what a curious question.
“Yes Lori. It works just fine.”
“Why then, when you’re wearing it, do you often ask us, what time it is?”
If I admit to you that I was stunned by her question, does that worry you more?