Crunchy Thoughts

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kitchen complaints, episode thirteen

Last night we had tacos for dinner. Taco Tuesday! Sam began to sing one of his more frequent songs:

“It’s raining tacos! From outta the sky! Tacos! No need to ask why . . . . . Why??”

After the third time through, I hit my daily limit. “Sam, I’m done with that song. Eat your dinner.”


Not five seconds later . . .

“It’s raining tacos! From outta the –”


He immediately looks shocked and exclaims, “Oh, I forgot!” I believe he truly did forget. Time is irrelevant to him.

“Dude, I just said that five seconds ago.”


Two seconds later . . .

“It’s raining –”


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