It was 4:00 this morning. The thing was beeping. I was squeezing my eyes shut, hoping to get back to sleep and forget I had been disturbed.
That's when Mr. Smith went barrelling out to the living room (in his unmentionables), determined to put an end to it. Straight to the toy box (I was right). He picked up a hand-held electronic sudoku game. A game I had held in my very own hand just hours earlier, an offering of busyness to a fidgety 21-month-old. He pressed a button. The beeping stopped.
Never in a million years would I have thought that that game would have an alarm on it. Why would you need an alarm? To remind you to play your daily sudoku?