Watcha doin'?" "Making stuff…" "Do you like to cook?" She nodded and turned toward him. "I like to cook on the real stobe, but only wif Mommy or Grandma." "Sounds like a good policy," he agreed. She walked toward him, holding the pan in one hand and a spoon in the other. She stretched the spoon toward his mouth. "What is it?" he asked. "Chicken," she said, pushing the spoon at his lips. He wondered where that spoon had been and made a slight face at the possibilities. "It's bery good!" she insisted. He opened his mouth a bit and let her spoon in some imaginary chicken. "Mmm. That is good. Are you supposed to be cleaning your room right now?" She turned back to her stove before saying, "No. I'm making stuff." And he thought, Yeah, right. "Want some help in here? Putting away toys and your things?" "No." She turned back to him again, pan and spoon in hand, and lifted the spoon to his lips. "More chicken?" "Brocc'li. It's bery good for you." "Hm. And not too filling, either," he observed.
( Robyn Carr )
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