So we sat down to a great, daddy-made dinner. The boys had peas, corn, rice and shrimp. L looked at the peas like "there's no way I'm eating those..." so I asked if he'd like to hear a story about a pea. Of course he said yes, so I started rattling off a quick version of The Princess and the Pea (emphasizing the Prince trying to find a worthy princess to marry). He listened intently, and when I reached the end, I popped the pea I'd been holding into my mouth. And here's the response I got:
"Mommy, do the shrimp!"