Daughters timed me eating dinner after a shift. Four minutes, ten seconds
Came home from the evening shift, sat down, ate. My younger one had the stopwatch running on my phone the whole time without telling me. The elder one wrote the time on the fridge whiteboard with a sad face next to it. They've now made a rule that I put the spoon down between bites. Twenty years of hospital canteens and I'm being retrained at my own dining table.