The punch line of the whole "frozen peas" story?
The kid now asks (every so often, maybe once a week or so) to sleep with his bag of frozen peas. Some toddlers have a wubbie. Our toddler has a plastic zip-locked bag of Fred Meyer's finest icy legumes pressed to his crotch.
In the morning Deb throws them back in the freezer. For next time.
Y'know - one of these days I'm gonna forget, cook and eat the damn things by mistake. But, they were never out of the bag, it doesn't hurt or anything, right?
But now the corn niblets, though...