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John couldn’t quite keep the smile from his face as he walked into the kitchen. The floor, the high chair, his baby son and Mary, all were covered. “What happened?” He was proud he was able to ask the question without laughter bubbling over.
“Apparently, Dean doesn’t like mashed green beans.” Mary wiped her face with the kitchen towel.
“Of course he doesn’t.” John winked at his son. “A man doesn’t want yucky vegetables.” He reached for the jar on the counter. “He wants yummy peach pie.”
A toothless grin spread across little Dean’s face as he opened his mouth.