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Pantry Diving

Pantry Diving

It’s 6 p.m. I’m sitting at the computer still working. I hear a noise, turn my head, and spy the Boy opening the pantry doors and pulling out the drawers.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Looking for a snack,” he replies.

“You can’t have a snack. I’m going to fix dinner.”

“What are you fixing for dinner?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“That’s why I’m looking for a snack.”


He’s now upstairs. Lying across my bed. Watching TV. Eating a bowl of Pirate Booty.

I’m still at my computer working.

I still don’t know what’s for dinner.

I think I’ll go find a snack, too.

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