Maybe you get excited when the clock reads 12:34 or 5:55. (Thank goodness there's no 6:66.)Sometimes we make wishes at those "magical" times. Others might punch each other or steal kisses.
But I'd be interested to know if any of you have kids who shriek with delight when it turns 8:08.
(I would have taken a closer-up photo of that clock on the stove, but when I zoomed in, it was obvious that it was splattered with grease and filth. I couldn't have the world know we live in these conditions.)
My kids call that Bob O'Clock. Get it?
Are your kids weird too?