In a constant (and generally unsuccessful) effort to prove our supremacy, M and I pulled another one over on a child this morning.
Frances, the world’s slowest eater, took a nibble of some salami last night. (Said salami was dinner number three, I recall.)
When she asked for salami for breakfast, M pulled out last night’s leftovers and shoved it between two rice crackers.
She did not notice.
She took another two bites.
Lunchmeat is back in the fridge awaiting its next appearance.