I went out to the grocery, leaving Bryce with a cupcake muffin and fresh milk for breakfast. I said I was just going to throw out the trash—because otherwise, he will insist on going with me to pasyal.
While buying the necessities (Spam for breakfast for Jaycelle), I received an audio message in Messenger from Bryce.
It’s the Farty Boy song!
I got back to the house, with him on the couch tinkering with the iPhone. He said, “I like another muffin.”