Marvin comes to life part 4 feeding Jeffy

Prying that cracked lid back took every ounce of stuffing I have left. *Groan.* I finally shoved a small plastic cereal bowl underneath the jagged opening and tipped the heavy can with my shoulder until a heap of watery, limp green beans tumbled out with a soggy plop. It smells entirely uninspiring, which means Jeffy is going to throw a monumental fit. But look, vegetables are on the plate. I dragged the small bowl halfway across the kitchen tiles, leaving a thin damp trail behind me. My plush seams are throbbing, but dinner is officially served, whether that kid whines or not.