Does it count as a bedtime snack?

It’s bedtime. I’m pulling Simon’s shirt off to put on his pyjamas.

Beloved: Loookit that belly! Whatcha been eating?
(and no, luckily for him, he was not talking to me)

Simon: Play-doh.

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