The day had to come when we would race the boys like little greyhounds. Today Kent and I each took a twin, a spoon and a bowl of goop, counted down and raced to the bottom of the bowl. The winner? Salty by 2 spoonfuls. That boy can eat!
Fluffy: Peppers lost.
Kent: Well he lost this time, but there’s [sic] going to be other races, and he’ll win other times.
Fluffy: Yeah, but this time Peppers lost.