It was time for Hal to take a shower.
“Are you watching a video or playing a game?” I asked.
“Watching a video,” he replied.
“How much time is left?”
He clicked on the screen and studied it for a minute. “It’s… It’s… not…” He hesitated.
“How much time is left?” I asked again.
“Ok, I’m going to make a deal with you. It’s almost bedtime. You hurry into the bathroom and take a shower. Be quick but make it a good one. Make sure you scrub your armpits and use soap. Take a good quick shower and then brush your teeth and I’ll let you stay up to watch the rest of your video.”
A few minutes later, I heard him talking to his older brother about what was happening in Fortnite at that moment.
“Hal! I said to hustle! You aren’t going to get to finish watching your video.”
A couple of minutes later, he still wasn’t in the bathroom.
“I’m serious,” I said, approaching him from down the hall. “You are using up all of your video time. It’s already your bedtime and you are wanting me to let you stay up for another fifteen minutes after taking your shower.”
“No! No! Not fifteen minutes!” he protested.
Inside my head where he couldn’t see, I rolled my eyes.
“Ok,” I said, barely holding onto my patience. “Fourteen minutes. It’s essentially the same thing, Hal.”
“No! It’s not fourteen minutes!”
Now confused, I said, “You told me it was fourteen minutes.”
“No! I said ‘not fourteen minutes’.”
I waited for him to say more, but he just stared back at me like that cleared up everything.
“What? How is that useful information, Hal? ‘Not fourteen minutes’ tells me absolutely nothing. ‘Not fourteen minutes’ could mean ten seconds, or ten minutes, or fifty minutes, or forty-eight hours. Why would you tell me ‘not fourteen minutes’?”
Jane giggled from her adjacent room.
“Well, you know, you look at a video and think, ‘that looks like it’s fourteen minutes,’ but it’s not.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know, it shows that the video is fourteen minutes long but you’ve already watched some of it so you don’t have fourteen minutes left.”
“Ok,” I said, finally understanding where he was coming from but not regaining my patience. “That’s when you look to the left and see how much time has already passed. What did that number say?”
“Ok, then that means you have five minutes left. Now that would be useful information. Hurry up and take your shower and I’ll let you finish it.”
I stopped by Jane’s room after. She looked up from her homework and said, “I just have not ten minutes left on this, mom. Not ten minutes. Ok?”