It's not that I don't like peas. I just wanted to make Daddy feel better.
You know, the other day I was...maybe a little cranky. And Dad seemed a bit put out. So tonight, I figured I should throw him a bone. He doesn't like peas.
So when you tried to feed me peas, I screamed and made retching noises and spat at you and flung pea-spit around and whacked my own face so that peas got in my hair and eyelashes - all to make him feel better. It was a father-son moment. Bonding.
I hope you understand.
P.S. We can eat peas together. You know, when he's not around.
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