My first morning in LA, and I received a wake-up call from my 6-year-old.
"Mom," he said. "There were these huge ants outside yesterday by the park. Huuuuge. Like Jurassic Park--"
"Buddy," I spoke over him, "It's, um, 4:45 here." He argued something like, Nuh-uh, it's 6:45. And we went on like that for five minutes, talking about the time change and
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