“THERE’S MY LITTLE SWEET potato.” Scooter pulled out a chair next to him for me.
Sandy c****d her head. “Sweet potato?”
“I think Scooter has a hard time remembering my name,” I said. “He’s always calling me these strange pet names. Lately, they’ve all been related to vegetables, which is odd because Scooter isn’t really a big fan of vegetables.”
Scooter pointed at his plate. “That’s not fair. I’ve got some baked beans right here. Those are vegetables, aren’t they?”
“I guess. But I really meant vegetables like broccoli and cauliflower. Like the ones on that list your doctor gave to you.”
Scooter shuddered at hearing the names of two of the vegetables he’d least like to make an appearance on his dinner plate. He scooped up some of the baked beans. “Yum, these are delicious. I wonder who
