

Lila and Ben were restless. They did not want to nap. They wanted to play. They saw a big box in the corner. They opened it. Inside, they found many toys. They saw cars, dolls, blocks, and books. But they also saw something else. They saw a bag of shrimp.
"Look, Ben!" Lila said. "Shrimp! They are pink and small. They look yummy!"
"Let's eat them!" Ben said. He opened the bag. He took out a shrimp. He put it in his mouth. He made a face. He spit it out. "Yuck! They are not yummy! They are cold and salty!"
Lila laughed. She took out a shrimp. She did not eat it. She had an idea. She put the shrimp on the floor. She said, "Let's play march! We can be the shrimp army!"
"Okay!" Ben said. He put down the bag. He took out more shrimp. He put them on the floor. He said, "March, march, march! We are the shrimp army! We are strong and brave!"
Lila and Ben marched with the shrimp. They made noises. They had fun. They forgot about napping. They did not hear their mom coming. She opened the door. She saw the mess. She saw the shrimp. She saw Lila and Ben. She was not happy.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Why are you playing with shrimp? Why are you not napping? You are making a big mess!"
Lila and Ben stopped marching. They looked at their mom. They felt sorry. They said, "We are sorry, mom. We were restless. We wanted to play. We found the shrimp. We played march. We are the shrimp army."
Mom sighed. She said, "You are not the shrimp army. You are my children. And you need to nap. And you need to clean up. Shrimp are not toys. Shrimp are food. Come on, let's put them back in the fridge. And then, let's go to bed."
Lila and Ben nodded. They helped mom. They put the shrimp back in the bag. They put the bag back in the box. They put the box back in the corner. They picked up their toys. They said, "We are sorry, mom. We love you."
Mom smiled. She said, "I love you too. Now, let's go to bed. And no more shrimp army, okay?"
Lila and Ben said, "Okay, mom." They went to bed. They were not restless anymore. They were sleepy. They closed their eyes. They dreamed of shrimp. But not of marching. Of eating. And they were yummy.
