Harm grabs some baby carrots out of the crisper, and sets them in a bowl in front of Matthew to snack on, while he gets the ingredients ready to make his grilled cheese. While he is in the fridge, another potential aid appears before him. Hopefully this one won't get stuck in toilet!

Matthew looks at the bowl of carrots and then up at his dad, "Chips!"

Harm gives him a pointed look, "You will get your chips with your sandwich. Eat the carrots for now, while I make your grilled cheese." It would surely be nice if one his kids had healthy eating habits. Unfortunately, both seemed to subscribe to their mother's idea of snacks first, nutrition later. If nutrition even came into the equation at all.

Matthew relents, "Ok."

Harm finishes making the grilled cheese, and cuts in into triangles. He leaves it on the counter to cool while he grabs the grapes, some plain kettle cooked chips, and the salad he prepared for his own lunch. He sets aside one of the items he prepped, until after lunch is finished. Once the rest of the items are on the plate, he sets it in front of Matthew, "Blow on it first, it's still a little warm."

Matthew looks down at his sandwich puzzled, "Daddy wrong."

Not understanding, Harm raises his eyebrow in question, "What did I do wrong? I gave you everything you asked for."

Matt picks up one of the triangles and looks up at Harm, "Mama make four."

Realization dawns on Harm that Mac must cut his sandwich into squares instead of triangles. He asks, "There should be four pieces instead of two?"

Matthew nods his head, "Yes!"

Harm grabs the knife, hoping that Matthew won't care about the shape, and cuts each triangle one more time so that he has four smaller pieces instead of the two larger ones. In the process, a little bit of cheese oozes out of the sides. Matthew sticks his finger in the escaped goo and puts it in his mouth. Harm inquires, "Better?"

Harm watches curiously as Matthew lifts one of the smaller triangular pieces up, and studies it from every angle. He purses his lips in concentration, obviously not finding what he wants. He picks up another triangle in the other hand, and repeats the scrutinization process. Then he sets both of them down on the plate and makes a square. He looks at Harm and tells him, "That way better."

Harm ruffles Matthew's hair and says, "Ok next time I will cut it into four squares. But I bet you it doesn't taste any different. Try it."

Matthew thinks about it for a moment, picks up one triangle in each hand and brings them both to his mouth at the same time. He takes a bite of each piece simultaneously at says, with his mouth still full, "Ok!"

Harm smiles at the wonder of a three-year old's deductive reasoning skills and replies, "Good, now don't talk with your mouth full. Next time I will remember to cut it the same way mama does."

Matthew appears contended with the rest of his lunch for the moment. Harm sits down next to Matthew and they enjoy a nice quiet lunch, at least until Matthew decides to see how many grapes he can fit inside of his mouth. Harm looks at him and laughs, "are you trying to be a chipmunk?"

Matthew chews vigorously until he has swallowed all of the grapes before answering, "Me Alvin."

Harm smiles, "Hmm, sometimes I think you are Theodore, but you have tendencies of acting like all three of them. You are smart like Simon, a troublemaker like Alvin, and chubby and loveable like Theodore."

Matthew repeats, "Alvin!"

Harm lifts him out of his booster seat chuckling, "Ok, Alvin, let's get washed up so that we can go potty before nap time."

While making his salad, Harm had cored an onion to use as Matthew's point of reference this time. He remembered seeing an episode of some show where they tested both onion rings and onions to see if they flushed. One passed and the other didn't. After the debacle with the pretzels, he didn't think that the peach rings candy he picked up would fare much better in the flushing department, so hopefully the onion works better.

Harm takes Matthew into the bathroom and tells him, "Ok buddy, you are on your own this time. I'm going to throw two rings of onion in there and you try and hit it in the middle of one of the rings."

Matthew yanks his shorts and pull-up down and declares, "Ready!"

Harm tosses one large and one medium sized onion circle into the toilet, "Aim, and Fire!"

Matthew lets out a steady stream straight in the center of the medium sized one. He has perfect aim, not getting a single drop outside of his intended target!

Harm opts not to give him a high five this time, instead he pats him on the back lightly, "Great job, Buddy! See, you are getting the hang of this."

Matthews rubs his fists in his eyes, obviously tired, "Me good boy."

Harm smiles, "Yes you are, and apparently a tired one too. Let's wash your hands and lay down for a few. After you wake up, we will pick up Trisha from school, and go have the treat I promised you."

Matt steps over to the sink as Harm turns the water on. After Matt has finished washing his hands, he lifts his arms up to Harm, indicating he would like to be picked up. As soon as Harm has him in his embrace, Matthew immediately snuggles into the crook of his neck. Harm lovingly runs his hand down Matthew's back in soothing motions as he carries him to his bedroom. He places him down in the bed and gives him a kiss on his forehead, "Sweet dreams, Buddy."

Matthews yawns, "Night Daddy."

Harm walks out of the room, leaving the door ajar just a slight bit, and heads back down to the kitchen to make a couple of phone calls.