Leaning forward with her elbows on the island, Beth held Kaleth’s gaze, her voice already at a tone that said she was out of ideas and was being dominated by a two-year-old.
"It's tasty," she said. "And just like mashed potatoes. You like mashed potatoes, don’t you?"
"No," Kaleth said, his face locked in a serious frown.
"You literally ate that yesterday and didn’t even notice I slipped some broccoli into it."
"No," he said again, and Santiago was almost proud of how firmly his son held on to his decision. It was a good character trait to have if applied to the right matters.
It would have certainly helped Santiago if he had stood by his initial decision not to get involved with the woman in front of him. Fewer complications. And potential babies. Nope! He wasn’t thinking about that.
