Peas

Yesterday Vivian sat on the couch and ate a bunch of frozen peas. Today this conversation transpired between daughter and mother:

"Can I have one of these peanut butter cups, Mommy?" 
"Yes." 
"Ooooh, can I have frozen peas instead?"
"WHAT? Whatever, crazy child."

Unrelated. This is what Vivian's hair looks like when she stumbles out of bed in the morning. I tease her that it's a donkeys' nest. "Donkeys don't make nests, Daddy".