After O.’s massive meltdown about lunch (no, you cannot just eat cookies for lunch) he finally emerged from under the blankets in his bedroom, willing to first eat a hot dog (so much better than a cookie, right?) and then eat a cookie. K. made me a grilled cheese sandwich. I took a bite when it was still too hot and burned my mouth. After all that O. forgot about the cookie for like fifteen minutes after he finished his lunch.

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