| | 3:00pm is a big deal in our house. 3:00 is Snack Time. This has been true for as long as I can remember. Well, I take that back. I have some vague memory of Snack Time being instituted as official, but I don't remember when it was and I can't imagine life without Snack Time. Suffice it to say that it is an inalienable right in our house. Just about the only crime bad enough to warrant forfeiture of Snack is not eating lunch. The official rule is, "No lunch, no Snack." Besides that, anything goes. Snack Time is sweets time. At Snack Time, and only at Snack Time, we can have roughly whatever sweet thing we want. From the oldest to the youngest, Snack Time is religiously observed. If we're out, we often bring food or get something in the car. Can't miss Snack Time.
When 2:30 rolls around people start getting restless. They hover about the kitchen, staring at the clock. People trying to study can't concentrate because they keep looking at their watches. 3:00 hits and people that haven't been seen for hours suddenly come out of their holes and rush the kitchen. Some throng at the cabinets, in search of cookies (3; no more, and if you have less, you're probably sick). Others accost the refrigerator to lower the ice cream levels (one glass bowl-full). Others go to the back room in hopes of finding an even better selection of cookies or ice cream. Still others make cinnamon toast (two pieces).
Whatever snack is chosen, it's chosen at 3:00, and life stops for those few moments of hunger-killing. It is slow to regain its pace afterwards. After all, once the climax of life has been reached, what point is there in going on?
Some people occasionally like unconventional snacks. Today, Patience was one of them.
"Mommy, ith it Thnack Time? Can I have a thnack?" asked Patience, in her sweet cherub voice. She is usually the most anxious for Snack Time. She can't tell time, so she asks about once every two minutes, starting around 2:15, if it's "Thnack Time". We eagerly tell her, "Almost!" until Snack Time arrives. Then we briefly jump and yell that gladsome news before going to get our own snack.
"Yes it is!" said Mommy. "What would you like?"
Patience opened the cabinet. "I would like a marshmallow."
We don't have the big marshmallows. We have the little ones. The Fluffy Puff Nibblers sort of variety.
"A marshmallow?" asked Mommy.
"Yeth, and a Tic-Tac. Jutht one!" Patience said reassuringly, as if Mommy would tell her she'd spoil her dinner if she asked for more than one.
"Well... ok!" said Mommy. It was Snack Time. Who was she to deny Patience any sugar-laden desire, no matter how bizarre? Only the mother, that's all. But the mother did not question the authority of Snack Time.
So Patience had her marshmallow and her Tic-Tac. Apparently she was satisfied, because she didn't ask for anything else.
And that, my friends, is Snack Time. Know it, love it... observe it.
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