Minute by Minute

Sarah needed an alarm clock. The eldest cherubs cannot come out of their rooms in the morning until 7:30am. Her internal clock sent her out at 6:57am on most days. How was she to know? I found a pink Sarah clock and surprised her with it. We set it up in the perfect spot and she said,"Mom, it's 9:20." "Very good, Sarah." I said. I went about unpacking my purchases from WalMart. She peeked out to say, "Mom, it's 9:21." "Thank you, Sarah. Good job." I put Timmer's down for a nap. "Mom, it's 9:22." "Ok, Sarah." I continued with my busyness and she informed me of the time until 9:36. After that she played Synchronize and raced from kitchen to her room to kitchen and made sure she was still on StreamTime. Then she played Time Tracker and sat by her alarm clock with a piece of paper and a pen to record all numbers displayed. She yelled to me, "Mom, it's Ten Oh Thirty Two, no wait Ten Oh Thirty Three now."
Why didn't I purchase one of these long before? I probably didn't have time.