"No," he said a little more vehemently. I retreated again with the peas (which he really does like). When he finished his chicken I picked up the empty bowl and surreptitiously placed the peas back on his tray. He looked at the bowl, picked it up and held it out to me, and told me, "trash."
He repeated it again, just in case I didn't hear him the first time.
He actually ate the peas in the end, despite his direction to throw them away. I used to think he picked things up being around other people, but since I have been with him all summer, I am now wondering, where does he get it from?

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