supper time is not Oona's finest hour

C was away most of the Sunday but I thought that was no reason for Oona and I not to have a nice dinner anyway. So I made baked chicken and rice. Boneless, creamy. Delicious.

Oona being Oona, she picked at it like some fussy Caesar poking through sheep entrails. Oona eating supper! she lied, over and over again.

Dessert, of course, was an entirely different matter. I've seen zombies eat less frenetically.


  1. chocolate pudding cures most ills ...

  2. At least she wasn't saying "Can I have a kid show? Can I have a kid show? Can I have a kid show, now? I'm not hungry. Can I have a kid show??????".


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