Last night over dinner, our boys were complaining about having to share something with each other. Hubs reminded them sternly, "Do you boys realize how much Mom and I share with you? Our time, our house, our money, our bed, our food..."
Joseph suddenly interrupted. "And your clocks."
"Um, yes, Joseph, I guess we share our clocks with you," Hubs said, just before choking with laughter on his soup.
I think the message somehow got a little convoluted.
