Share This Story
Hu-Dad has this rule that dinner time is when he serves it. We, however, are quite clear that late dinners are not acceptable.
Why are we having a late dinner?
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.
I’m hungryyyyyyyyyyyy!
4 Comments
Leave a Comment
Read Another Story
← Back One Story ◊ OR ◊ Forward One Story →
Hu-Dad's Novels
His books pay for our food!
No need to look at the clock around here. The woo woo is always on schedule to notify me of mealtime.
Tokyo comes to find me whenever she needs something. I am recovering from surgery. She still comes back to grumble if she believes that the children are late with her dinner. I call out that Tokyo has something to tell them about her dinner. She perks up and prances out to find them. If they don’t get the hint, she is back to let me know.
Yes. Yes. It’s true. My Keeta and her brothers had that same internal feeding clock which always reminded me that, well, it just wasn’t about me! It was all about getting their dinner in the bowls!!!
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.