Three-year olds must have a different inner clock - regarding meals, baths, TV time, outdoor time - than adults my age. I finished washing the lunch dishes a few moments ago and Anna subsequently asked for spaghetti.
"How about a walk outside?" I asked.
"Spaghetti," she said.
Why didn't she eat it at noon with the rest of us? I wondered.
I said, "Why didn't you eat it earlier?"
"I wasn't hungry."
So I heated up the spaghetti (she also wanted more sauce than I had added) and after she ate she wanted a bath. Because of the extra sauce Anna needed a good soak.
Three-year olds are weird.
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