Lettuce, Anyone?

So the other day, I'm downstairs in Christina's room with her, and suddenly, Terry comes down with a big bowl, munching on something. He just stands there for a bit, allowing us to finish our conversation before he thrusts the bowl into Christina's face. "Lettuce, anyone?" he askes. Christina and I both crack up and fall onto the bed. The bowl was, of course, full of lettuce. What possessed him to fill a bowl with lettuce, then come downstairs and offer us some out of freaking nowhere is beyond me, but this type of unpredictable behavior is why I love him. What makes a situation like this funnier is when someone does something so unexpected and they just continue on with their lives like it's nothing. He stood there watching us howl with laugher as he shoved more lettuce into his mouth. When I finally was able to stand up, I turned to have the bowl shoved in my own face. Then, to top it all off, when we three marched upstairs, Terry leading the way, I hear his mom say "Terry, you weren't eating my lettuce, were you??"