5 CGs to GA

"How much longer is my nap?"

"Another 15 minutes."

"Is that as long as a Curious George?"

"It's half a Curious George."

And so it began. Weeks ago, Noah invented a new metric for time. It's catching on everywhere. CGs.

At least in our home, it's far more informative for him than minutes or hours, which I tend to round up or down to the nearest whatever-I-feel-like. No surprise he has given up trying to understand how long "5 more minutes" is...



Gonna go biking? No, silly mommy! See the helmets?
The backpack parachutes? Clearly soldiers in space (or GA).





Curious George, by contrast, is dependable. 30 minutes. Every time. And since he has consistently been the show of choice for Noah's 30min/day of TV this year, CG is very familiar to all of us. He's pretty much a member of the family.

Hence, the occasional shout from the backseat on our way to and from Atlanta last weekend:

"How many more Curious Georges?"