"A cannoli might make you feel better, huh? Well, I guess I should get you one, then. I can't have you wounded." She stood up and sat him back down in her chair. "I'll be right back."

She grabbed the 'brussel sprouts' out of the fridge and took a small plate from the cabinet. He'd already had part of an orange and some pasta, so one cannoli should be plenty. She didn't want to give him a tummy ache.

Cannoli plate in hand, she returned to her seat and plopped him down in her lap once more. "There you go, sweetheart."