In Guam we used a wire-less door bell at our back door. As we were unpacking here I set it aside...not sure what to do with it since we didn't need it here. Then it dawned on me: I'll put it in William's room.
Since William's bedroom is upstairs he doesn't always hear me when I call - especially, if his door is closed. The other day I came in from my morning walk and realized that William was not up for school yet. I really didn't want to climb the stairs (and no, I really don't care if you call me lazy) so I ranged the door bell. It took two rings for him to wake up.
He told me later, "Please, come up and wake me - I hate the door bell!"
"Really? It's more annoying than your alarm?"
"YES!"
Hmmm. Alrighty then.
He really shouldn't have told me that. (hehehehehe)
I have to admit: I take perverse pleasure at his "WHAT?!" after I have "ranged" for him. Sort of makes up for all those eye-rolls that annoy me.
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