Dylan barely ate during breakfast as he slept poorly last night.

He put all the food in a resealable bag before following Grandma May out.

“Have a drumstick, Nana.”

Dylan passed a drumstick to her. He turned toward Dolly, who sat before the table and had a greasy mouth from eating, and said, “Who’s that girl, Nana? She’s definitely enjoying her food.”

“She’s Dolly. Her parents take care of the garden. I like her a lot.”

Dylan ate the fish Grandma May cooked. He said, “You like every littl