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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.
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!
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