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Hu-Dad has this rule that dinner time is when he serves it. We, however, are quite clear that late dinners are not acceptable.
Qannik began complaining loudly that dinner was entirely too late . . . at 5:15 p.m. Sometimes, our dinner is served as early as 5, but normally it is closer to 6. Hu-Dad has this weird belief that he should be able to serve our meals when he has the time, not on a set schedule. Hu-Dad’s response to Q was that he was quite confident that no one was going to starve. As you might expect, some of us complained loudly at the injustice.
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Ice ‘n Ebby say: Yes, hu-Dad, the same thing happens around our house. Mom sez suppertime is supposed to be 6:00 p.m., but either our hu-Dad or Uncle Kyle sometimes manage to sneak it to us by 5:30 — much more acceptable. By 6:00 p.m., we are both beginning to waste away to shadows of our former selves.