Peas, Please

It's a joyful moment in the life of a parent to sit there and watch your kids snack on mounds of snap peas. Just knowing that you won't need to enforce brussels sprouts consumption at dinner is something worthy of celebration.
But leave it to Clara and Trevor to turn pea-eating into some kind of competitive sport. Today's challenge was a quest to find the biggest pea. Fun, right? Wrong. Because that is just the kind of battle that Trevi can NEVER win. Even if he has actually found a pea the size of a basketball, Clara will insist that the microscopic one in her hand is bigger, and his only looks bigger because his hand is smaller. Or, worse still, she will claim that the one he found is actually hers. Poor guy.
Then again, some day Trevor will be bigger than Clara, and she will get her comeuppance.
Now, if you know anything about these two funny little creatures, you can guess that they soon felt compelled to turn pea-eating into a commercial venture. Specifically, they opened a restaurant called, "Peas, Please" (clever and genetically-gifted children that they are). This was a good game until I discovered that when Trevor ran off every few minutes to put the pea pods in the "chef's garbage", he was actually putting them in his laundry basket. I'm not surprised, though. I've always thought that the size of a child's imagination is directly proportionate to the size of the mess they make.