6 Minutes

As Jake cozies up to me in the morning, “Hi Mama.  I want to talk to you six minutes.”

Referring to the Toureg, “I want to drive my new car six minutes.”

Since this seems to be the magic number, I’ve tried it with varying degrees of success over the last month or two.  It worked like a charm at the park, “Jakey, six minutes and then it’s time to go.”

When reading endless bedtime stories, it had no effect.