Mommy, it's 6-3-8

Every morning since the day we moved into our home in CA...almost 4 yrs ago...Jack has gotten up with the sun (or before), climbed in bed with us and snuggled. He LOVES nothing more than a good snuggle. Truth be told, he is not the best "giver" of a snuggle b/c he wiggles constantly and really doesn't allow the snuggl-ee (me or Andy) to sleep even one more wink. So this morning, I awake as Jack is slithering into the bed next to me, wiggling his toes, flopping his arms alternately over my back and...to the sound of his voice saying, "Mommy, it's 6-3-0." Fully hoping I can go back to sleep for a few minutes, I say, "OK." About 45 seconds later I hear, "Mommy, it's 6-3-1." Then, "Mommy, it's 6-3-2." Then he says, "It's 6-3-3." Followed by, "It's 6-3-4." In my sleepy-foggy brain I start to see a pattern emerging. "It's 6-3-4." "I say, Ok Jack, thank you." He counters with, "It's 6-3-5....6-3-6...6-3-7." I finally ask, "Jack, why do you keep telling me the time every minute?" I guess he sees the bigger picture I am trying to point out and he says, "Oh, okay I'll stop." I contentedly think, "Okay now I'll get a few more minutes of shut-eye." About 30 seconds pass and he says, "Mommy, it's 6-3-8." At this point...I get up.