Me: Carrots or peas with your chicken?
Caleb: Nuthin
Me (summoning the patience of Job): Right. But carrots or peas?
Caleb: Okay. Peas. FIVE PEAS. Cold ones. And I’m doing what Nancy said to do and holding my nose when I eat them.
In fact he ate SIX peas and stopped holding his nose when I pointed out that frozen peas have no flavor.
I consider this a major victory.
