Riley would go around the house saying things like, "I don't feel like I do, gosh!" and "Freakin' idiot!" (That's what happens to 4 year olds when teenage boys live with them and they watch Napoleon Dynamite in the car over and over.) One night, most of us had just finished eating dinner and were cleaning up but Riley was still at the table. I turned to ask him if he was almost done and I found him putting tater tots in his pocket. For real.
