I suppose it was inevitable with all these lunch indulgences: Peanut is trying to take over dinner.

It started when we had dinner early because Bruce had class. Usually we had a late meal on those nights, but occasionally we'd eat before he left. And occasionally when that happened, Peanut decided he needed some food, too.

I wouldn't have taken this for a lunch trend until tonight. Peanut had already had his dinner, and in fact, we were eating late ourselves. By all rights, Peanut should have been ready for Warm Toasties. But no. At 7:39 pm, he wanted food. And sunflower seeds for dessert (of course). At least he didn't insist on having snacks on the top of the couch, instead he stayed low down on his table. And when he was finished, he flew from the table to the top of my head, bringing his last snacks with him.

At least I don't have to wonder how tasty seeds get into my bed.