Tonight during our dinner conversation, riveting as they always are, the topic of the t.v. show Sixty Minutes came up.  It is a news show that Husband and I both have fond childhood memories of.  (Apparently it flew by in Husband’s Twitter feed at some point in the day and those nostalgic feelings caused him to add a reminder to our shared calendar so we can start watching it again.)

Carter listened as we talked.  Then he pointed out that there were sixty minutes in an hour and that they could have named the show One Hour instead. 

He quickly followed his observation with another one, its wording accidently, yet humorously altered. 

“Sixty Minutes…  One Hour…  Well, One Hour just doesn’t have the same ringtone to it as Sixty Minutes does!” 

How right you are, Carter, it sure doesn’t.

As a side note, Husband pointed out that based upon my handiwork with the image above, no one will confuse me with a graphic design artist.  Ha!