The clock in our kitchen is set to read out in what we think of as military time… to help me get used to the 24-hour clock used for official times in France. After a year of staring at it, I still don’t get it.
The past two nights I’ve hustled Kaitlyn off to bed and tucked her in all in a rush, thinking that it was nearly 10pm. Both nights, it’s been nearly 9pm.
Then again, both nights she fell asleep within 10 minutes of the goodnight kiss. So maybe she needs to go to bed earlier all the time.
Wouldn’t you read the clock in official French style as two-thousand, one hundred and thirty should you glance at a clock at 9:30pm?