Katie, issuing a warning about her cat, Sophie: “If she goes for you, cover your head.“
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Bec: “What time is it?”
Gramma: ”In Lincoln or in Boston?”
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Ava, to Katie, after waiting in line for Swan boats for 45 minutes and immediately before boarding: “I have to go potty.”
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Bec: “What time is it?”
Gramma: “It’s 1:30 in Lincoln, 2:30 in Boston.”
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Mom: “I lost my blue scrunchie somewhere.”
Bec: “Did you check 1986?”
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Ava: “So, this is your school!”
Katie: “Yep.”
Ava: “Do you sometimes cry at school?”
Katie: “….sometimes.”
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Bec: “What time is it?”
Gramma: “Boston time or Lincoln time?”
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Ava, to Gramma, during a valiant effort to distract her from a tantrum: “Water will not make me happy!”
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Bec; “What time is it? IN BOSTON?”
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Ava, to me, in a very crowded area of Boston Garden: “You’re not my mom!”
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Ava: “Are you sad? Why are you crying?”
Katie: “I am sad. I will miss you.”
Ava: “I know, but I always come back to see you.”
Smith Family Weblog 
Posted by Doug Smith on April 30, 2008 at 9:57 am
Thanks for the quotes. Really captures the experience! Hilarious!
Posted by Laura on April 30, 2008 at 1:01 pm
I second that. Sounds like a funny trip!
Posted by Double L on April 30, 2008 at 3:55 pm
Me, three.
Posted by Rebecca's Mom on April 30, 2008 at 8:46 pm
Since Gramma is temporarily without Internet access, I read these over the phone to her tonight. You are in BIG trouble!
And, since she doesn’t have Internet access, I can safely say that no one can even imagine how many times Gramma quoted the time in both EST and CST — it’s been a “thing” with the two of them for years and years and years. DST only complicates matters . . .
Posted by Karyl on May 1, 2008 at 6:25 am
Deb, you better watch out – I remember once when Rebecca posted thinking you didn’t have internet access, and you did! Beware!
Posted by Doug Smith on May 1, 2008 at 10:56 am
Time zones and daylight savings are a mystery to Karyl. Many of our clocks stay the same year-round. And she can never remember if New York is an hour ahead or an hour behind . . . .
Posted by Doug Smith on May 1, 2008 at 11:00 am
And whenever she wakes up in the middle of the night, she always yells, in a quasi-frantic, very groggy voice, “What time is it?” When I tell her, (regardless of the hour) she emits a sound of disgust and anxiety, as if to say, “How could it possibly be so late/early?”, and immediately falls back to sleep.
Posted by smithfamilyweblog on May 1, 2008 at 1:13 pm
Ha!
Posted by Rebecca's Mom on May 1, 2008 at 7:57 pm
Doug, I would say you are in more trouble with Karyl than I will be with Gramma Great!