The boys had finished dinner and were wild with play racing through the house when Chris got home from work. Griffin managed to crawl right after his older brothers, intent on finding a way to participate in the fun.
Chris walks into the kitchen where I am cleaning up and asks, "Did Griffin have peas for dinner?"
Me: "Yes, Why?"
Chris hands me a handful of small green little peas. And then gestures to the family room. A thin trail of peas marks Griffin's path as he crawls from room to room chasing his brothers.
Me: "Huh. I swear I cleaned him up after dinner. " In response to Chris's dubious expression, I exclaim, "I did. Really!"
Chris walks over to Griffin and picks him up. From the outside, he looks clean and pea free. Gently, Chris shakes him up and down, releasing a steady stream of green peas hidden inside his onesie onto the floor.
I think he was saving those up for later. Just in case. 'Cause you never know when you might want some peas.
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