Your mother finishes changing your diaper (very emberrasing, even if it is part of being a baby) and then goes back to the dresser and picks up the watch. "What in the world? I thought it looked familiar! This is my father's watch! How did you get ahold of it?" She shakes her head and looks at the dial. "He must have left it here when he was visiting. And look, you've messed the settings up."
Oh, no! She starts messing with buttons. What is she changing? You struggle to sit up. She seems to be messing with some knobs on the side that you hadn't tried. Maybe they don't do anything.
"Darn it! Which one of these changes the time?" She finally turns the main knob. "Oh, that's the one...."
Your room changes, and this time you get bigger and older. How far ahead did she set it? When the changes stop, your mother looks pretty much the way she did the day you found the watch. She is still holding it. She smiles down at you and says: