This morning I was primping in the bathroom and I heard the lentil telling a story in the next room.
"And the apache guy rides the horse and he rides and he's the apache guy and he's riding the horse." I snuck in to see what book he was reading and found him standing at my desk, flipping through a battered copy of the Spanish-English dictionary from my gradeschool days. No pictures, nothing but dictionary text, the entire way. And he was loving it. Later on the story changed a little, but it was still nothing close to the text on the page.
We all went to the supermarket this morning for a little family outing. The lentil likes it because he can ride in the little car they affix to some of the shopping carts. I like it because having sweets (the husband who shall remain nameless) at the supermarket keeps me from buying disgusting comfort foods. We always start in the produce department, because if I go there last I'm too burnt out and end up not buying any vegetables. The lentil wanted the first thing he saw, which luckily, was an apple. Sweets ran around trying to buy him an apple, and he went to work on it. This was his end result: 
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