... About the fifteenth time you have to explain to a small child that it's lunch time and the supper her mom is having you make won't be ready to eat until supper time, which is after you leave to go home because she won't stop asking when she's supposed to have dinner... You realize there's little else that could be done to you...
... And yet still you wonder why you did to deserve this... and how you wound up with the job of explaining every ten minutes what dinnertime is and why she can't have it for lunch...
Mind you this is after a day of her saying she's hungry, complaining she wants dinner instead, not settling for lunch, picking up the noodles and dropping them on the floor for Noodles, complaining she wants more drink when you just filled it, saying she's not hungry anymore... waiting ten minutes and saying she's hungry again...
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