It's become a bit of a running gag with my wife to count the clocks in her parents' house when we visit and see if we come up with the same number. We rarely do

It's become a bit of a running gag with my wife to count the clocks in her parents' house when we visit and see if we come up with the same number. We rarely do, either because we have different interpretations as to whether a half-assembled clock counts or not or because we overlook one of many. We've yet to break into three figures, but we've gotten most of the way there. Midnight and noon are intense. Her father has them all set a bit off from each other to enjoy each chiming in turn.