My son has an addiction. He must eat. Alot. All the time. When I feed him (which I do so very often) he consumes his food like he's a dying man. Ten minutes later this is what I hear..."Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have a snack?"
I say to him, "You cannot possibly be hungry. You just ate an entire meal."
"That's not possible, Honey."
"Mom. Please. I need more food."
Another thing. Let's talk about the definition of snack. I, like most of the world, define a snack as a small helping of food to stave off hunger pains until the next mealtime. Something like a piece of fruit, a granola bar, a small dish of pudding, etc. are all acceptable in my definition of snack. Not so with the son. I say, "Would you like a chocolate chip muffin?" He says, "Can I have three?"
It's 9:00 as I write this post and I've just told him to put his book away and go to bed. Guess what he said.