"Oww-pen then now, Dada," I said, ignoring him as I handed him the packet.

"Manners, Asa."

"Said now," I whined. Surely that counted as manners, right? It was a clear expression of urgency!

"Say please or you don't eat them."

"Pweaase," I whined, throwing my head back into the pillow. Daddy nodded, content, before swapping Indy for the silver packaging. He opened them for me. Some were broken from where I had been chewing on them. I didn't care. I gathered the broken bit in my hand, shoving my face into them and licking the chunks up.

"Asa, eat properly," Joel scolded.

"I'm'a dinosaur. Gottsa eat like this cuz no...