I can tell time. Well, no, I cannot read the clock on our kitchen wall.
But I do have my very own clock, it lives in my tummy and is accurate,
even when mine Mommy is not.
So, here I am, patiently awaiting preparation of my lunch. It is time.
I look to my right.
I do not see my lunch bowl there where it should be.
I look to my left.
I do not see my lunch bowl there either.
I express my displeasure at her inability to tell time.