Discombobulated

The other day, my son, Bubba, took a nap. When he woke up, the clock said it was 7:04. Since it was dark, he assumed he had slept all night and that it was 7:04 AM. He got up and proceeded to get ready to begin his day. My husband was also taking a nap, so it appeared that it was indeed morning, and everyone in the house was still sleeping.

Then I came home from work.

Bubba was eating a bowl of cereal, freshly showered. When he saw me, he looked completely confused. "What were you doing?"

"Working, like I always do."

"All night?"

"No. I'm home for the evening."

"Wait a minute," he said. "It's not morning?"

"No, dude. It's 7:35 PM."


Has that ever happened to you?