Grandkids were dropped off here on Monday morning. Katie told me what she'd brought for food and gave me a list of phone numbers.
No sooner had Mommy and Daddy left than Alia (6 yrs old) tells me that she NeeEEEeeeds a peanut-butter-&-Nutella sandwich. "It's been TWELVE minutes since I ate breakfast, Nanna. I am SOooooo hungry!"
"Twelve minutes?! Oh my. Really?!"
"Yes, Nanna. Twellllve minutes. I neeeEEEeeed a sandwich!!" This is, of course, accompanied by elaborate gestures and vocalizations of one nigh onto dying of starvation.
After a bit of this [ahem] bantering, I leave for a minute or so to help Zoe with something. I come back to the kitchen, and Alia dives in again. "It's been TWELVE minutes since I ate. I neeEEEeeed food, Nanna! I neeEEEEeeed a Nutella sandwich!"
Please understand that it takes about 7 minutes to drive from their home to ours. They'd been here for a few minutes already. Doing a fairly good job of hiding my desire to laugh, I told Alia, "You know, sweetie, twelve minutes ago, I think your parents were already locking the door of your apartment and you were headed down the stairs and out to the car. I'm not so sure of your timetable on all this."
A moment of regrouping.
"Nanna, it's been THIRrrrrTEEeeN minutes since I ate. I'm starving!! I neeEEEeeed a peanut-butter-&-Nutella sandwich."
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