"40 hours."
This is Ben's favorite unit of measure these days. We have no idea where this idea got lodged in his mind, especially since Mark's job is not a forty hour, nine to five job.
It is amusing to hear it pop up in multiple settings.
Going in to get him after a restless nap time:
"Did you have a good nap?"
"Oh, yeah. Sleep 40 hours."
Taking Clara's temperature when she was sick:
"Mommy, it says she's 40 hours."
Stepping on the scale:
"I weigh 40 hours!"
Getting ready for church:
"Want to go to church 40 hours."
Love him.
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