Time Table Trip-ups

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Sam: "Mom, I want a burrito."
Me: "It's 10 am, Bud, not time to eat anything yet."
Sam: "Let's just forget about time and eat one anyways!"

Let's just forget about time...
Hard to do some days.
It was a reminder I needed.
Never mind that it came from my 5 year old.
Regarding food...

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