time will tell

a few weeks ago will woke up. came running into our room. and shouted 'good morniiiiiiiiiiiiiing!' which would have been fine. if it hadn't been two-thirty. in the morning. after shuffling him back to bed we decided he needed a clock in his room. and we now instruct him not to get out of bed in the morning until the first number is a seven. perfect. fast forward to this past sunday. the kids went down for a nap. we have a difficult time with the kids taking naps when it's a daddy day. so, before will went down his dad told him not to come out of this room until there was a four. a three. and a zero on the clock. as in four-thirty. shortly after will had gone in his room for a nap. and my husband and i were just comfortably settled in watching football. when we heard will's door open. i looked down at the time on my computer. yep. sure enough. there was a four. a three. and a zero alright. but in the order of four minutes after three. we couldn't hardly argue with that.