My three year old came into my room the other night at 11:30.
"Mommy, mmff, mmf."
"I can't understand you, what?"
"Mmff, mmf."
Suddenly it occurred to me it was 11:30 at night. "What are you eating?"
Crunch, swallow. "Cat food."
I ought to just give up and get the kid his own dish on the floor.
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