frida’s the first level of communication that it’s time for dinner is relatively subtle. she comes over and sits on your foot and leans into your leg. she does not stay subtle long. next, she will sit up and stare right at you. then, the “talking” begins. “raawr, raaawr, RAAAAWRR!”
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day 3460: a glimpse of media destroying family time at dinner.
/me shakes fist at gutenberg.
just kidding. we don’t normally allow reading at dinner but what are you going to do when it’s a book about great hockey players?