Just before 2:00, my older brother Sam would march to his room along with our father for his peculiar routine. When the clock struck 2:00, my father would pick Sam up as Sam shouted: “It is 2:00, it is 2:00, it is 2:00”. Once the clock struck 2:01, Sam would suddenly stop, my father would put him down, and they would return downstairs. He did this routine every day for years and years. Sam had to be home for 2:00, making us plan our day around it. I would repeatedly ask my parents about Sam’s routine.