That is what my life has come to. I finally had enough of Mackenzie walking through the house comparing times on all the clocks (every last one of them) and asking which is the “right” time. Because, you know, a minute off means it is WRONG. OMG! I went into the bathroom and locked the door. They won’t let Johnny destroy too much and they won’t dare ask me to come out of the bathroom or I might just snap. I stayed in there just long enough for the questions to stop and then I heard Johnny yelling and beating on the door. He was saying “please” over and over and over. I am now out and I guess Mackenzie is over her quest to find the perfect time… for now.