We had SweetCheeks for an impromptu overnighter not very long ago. As per usual, she woke up for her day of snuggling Marco SansPolo at about the same time I woke up for my day of pretending to accomplish things for DocumentCzar from my home office.
So, at 6:30 AM, we sat together at the dining room table; she with her SnapCracklePop and me with my TwoScoopsOfRaisinsInEveryBox.
Flash forward three-and-a-half hours. Beloved has now arisen for her day of changing the closet to spring and summer. She and SweetCheeks are in the kitchen together, and I hear SweetCheeks winsomely whine, "Gramma? I'm hungry."
BELOVED: Yeah, I guess you didn't eat very much for breakfast, did you?
SWEETCHEEKS: Can I have something to eat?
BELOVED: What would you like?
SWEETCHEEKS: Can I have lunch?
Maybe this falls into the category of "You Had To Be There", but my laughter rattled the toy teacups.
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