But my favorite story from the trip involves yet another display of Peeper cunning. The lad is destined to become the Tallyrand of North Portland.
Cue the scene: yet another family gathering featuring a Peep run amok fueled by more cookies than can possibly be good for one little boy. (Thanks, Gramma!)
Big Auny Kathy - a stern disciplinarian where Peepers are concerned, being a teacher and well versed in the wiles of Youth - finds our boy standing over a cookie he has dropped.
Kathy: Pick up that cookie, young man!
Peeper (looking down at the biscuit as if it is the first cookie he has ever seen): I...don't think I will.
Kathy: I think you WILL pick up that cookie!
Peeper (places one toe daintily on the cookie and crushes it): Can't now. Crumbs!
I dread the day I have to open negotiations regarding curfews and text messaging...