I'd keep it by the back door to chuck at Thomas when he gets home from school.
I say, to the husband as he's on his way out the door this morning; Where's Thomas? His alarm just went off. Send him in to turn it off. I don't care if he's already in the van, waiting to be driven to school. Send him in.
It's alright, the husband says. It will stop in a minute.
Try 120 minutes.
I know, I could have entered the nether-regions of his room, searched out the offending beep maker and then hurled it across the room... or turned it off.
But, it became a matter of proving a point. Of being able to say, next time, SEND HIM IN. It doesn't go off in a minute.
And you wonder where my children get their stubbornness from?!