Peas and Quiet

I want to be a good parental role model in the following topics:

• Honesty
• Smoking
• Driving
• Sportsmanship
• Babes

I do not want to be the role model in the following topics:

• Peas

Realizing that I have a weight problem, I know that there are good foods for me (and growing tykes) and love that my wife makes things for me that will keep me healthy and alive well into my thirties.
But I just don't like peas.
I'll eat some.
I'll eat some of anything. It won't kill me.
But if I serve myself peas, it's a couple spoonfulls. Done. They're small, but robust in their green gooey goodness. They're like mini-muffins; a little goes a long way.
So I was surprised by the absolute pork-chop-sized mound of peas that lovingly and healthily appeared on my plate tonight.
There were three hundred ninety-two peas. I counted.
"It's not even a cup!" my wife offered. Lovingly.

Stanley Cup, sure.