Sunday night, inspiration hit me. I swear there was a light bulb and everything. I ran back to the hall closet, grabbed an old alarm clock, and practically skipped back to Brenden's room. I explained that unless the first number was a 7, he was to stay in bed or play quietly in his room. He was even more excited than I was.
Tim and I were in the living room getting things ready for the Tulsa Just Between Friends sale when we heard his door open. I was prepared to get onto him when he called out, "It's okay! I have a SEVEN!!!"
After cracking up at his excitement I explained that the seven he saw was in the wrong place. I realized that it would make everyone's lives easier if I covered the minutes section. Problem solved!
A very happy Brenden came to wake me up this morning at 7:15 am. "Mommy! I really do have a SEVEN!!!"
Yes, yes he did. :)