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.
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