One of the things he hadn't seen in a while was a big bucket of play food he received for Christmas. I started to put it in the box, but as soon as he saw it he had to have it. He drug the whole thing out into the living room, dumped it out and declared, "I'm cooking, come eat baby." (He calls me baby sometimes because I'm always calling him that.)
He cooked me a nice plastic hot dog, complete with salt and pepper and a side of plastic broccoli. For himself he boiled a plastic lemon on the stove.
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