Timepiece, brother?

Breakfast. Henry and I sit at the table. Erin is in the kitchen.

Me: Erin, can you check the time for me?

Erin: Sure. It's ten to seven.

Me: Thanks.

Henry: Ten to seven. Six-fifty.

Me: That's right. Hey, can you tell time by face clocks yet?

Henry: Sadly, no.

I'm pretty sure he can. I think he was just waiting for an opportunity to use that expression. Dufus.

Incidentally, he turns SIX on Saturday. Jeesh.