#Chapter46
/"Oww-pen then now, Dada,/" I said, ignoring him as I handed him the packet.
/"Manners, Asa./"
/"Said now,/" I whined. Surely that counted as manners, right? It was a clear expression of urgency!
/"Say please or you don't eat them./"
/"Pweaase,/" I whined, throwing my head back into the pillow. Daddy nodded, content, before swapping Indy for the silver packaging. He opened them for me. Some were broken from where I had been chewing on them. I didn't care. I gathered the broken bit in my hand, shoving my face into them and licking the chunks up.
/"Asa, eat properly,/" Joel scolded.
/"I'm'a dinosaur. Gottsa eat like this cuz no no how ta use a knifey or a fork./"
/"Nobody eats biscuits with a knife or a fork,/" Daddy said, guiding my hands over the edge of the bed before brushing the remaining crumbs off so that they didn't go in the bed.