Unsolicited advice: I got this the worst when Urchling was 4 to 10. People felt the need to tell me if I didn’t get busy, I’d run out of time to provide her a sibling. Yadda yadda. I know you know how it goes.

I took to nipping it in the bud as soon as the infernal clock was mentioned by responding, “I’ve never known a clock yet that didn’t shut up once it was disengaged from a power source or smashed with a hammer.”

Enjoy.