My grandson wanted some snack. I wanted him to wait.
So I told him, “Wait til the hand on the clock says ten.”
Christopher intently stared at the clock and came to me just a few minutes later.
“The hand went past ten – I want my snack.”
I took a look. The minute hand had only crept forward a few beats. There were at least ten more minutes before the goal would be reached.
He insisted and we had a little war of the wills on our hands.
Then his mother intervened. He explained the situation to her. And she pointed out to me that the sweep hand that tells seconds had gone past the ten a number of times.
Apologies offered and my intent clarified – and Christopher was off to play and back when the minute hand hit ten.