Driving M to school this morning and she began to adamantly demand that we were NOT going the correct way to get to school. Despite the fact that I have driven the same route to get to not only school, but to church, for I don’t know how many times a week for the last 4 years, she was sure that this was NOT the way to do it. Despite the fact that this was the same way we had gone the day before, she was sure that this was not the way. So, I started pointing out familiar landmarks, including the clock tower at a major intersection near the church & school.
“But Mommy, that’s not a clock tower, it’s a work tower.”
“What’s a work tower?”
“Well, a lot of people don’t know when to go or when to stop. They don’t know when to start working or when to stop working. And that clock on that big tower tells them when to do all of that stuff.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, and inside there’s a man and a wheel. And he turns the wheel and that makes the clock turn. But sometimes he’s tired, so it doesn’t turn. It’s small inside there.”
So, for all of you when you pass that tower (and for those of you local, you know which one I’m talking about), it’s not a clock tower. It’s a Work Tower.