We are all in the kitchen having lunch. Michael eats his sumer squash medley and I pull out the baby peas and brown rice, since his mind-numbing screams are letting me know he is still hungry.
As one spoonful goes in his mouth, he grins and spits it all over the kitchen and the freshly cleaned floors.
ANNABELLE (laughing): I guess that is not his favorite.
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