"How about this for dinner tonight, Mommy?" says Beach Boy.
"Though I do appreciate your 'hunterer and gatherer' self taking matters into your own hands, quite literally, I'll think we'll just go with pizza tonight," responds Mommy.
"Are you sure? He's already dead. I tackled him in small war I waged at the shore of the Atlantic," gleams Beach Boy.
"Yes, yes, I know Young One. I witnessed the act and amidst all my pride at your victory, I will abstain from crab legs for dinner just this time," notes Mommy.
"Tomorrow night then it is!" gloats Beach Boy.
(the onset of vocubalary for the 19 month old was amazing this week, as noted in the aformentioned documented conversation)
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