Jack made me breakfast in bed this morning. First he brought in my toast. 4 slices covered with butter and jelly. Then came my fruit salad, which looked a little funny. He told me that he cut up bananas and strawberries and then mixed in yogurt. That didn’t sound so bad. Then he told me that he got the yogurt from the freezer and that it had something moldy growing on top, so he scraped it off into the garbage can. Then he couldn’t get the yogurt out because it was frozen. So he put it in the microwave. He is standing over me waiting for me to take my first bite, and Scott is kicking me under the covers and whispering that I should not eat microwaved, moldy yogurt. I took a little bite of a banana and said, “Yuuummmyy!.” And threw the rest in the garbage. Jack is such a sweet boy, but maybe not destined to go into the culinary arts.
A few nights ago we had the whole family at the dinner table. I took the opportunity to let the kids know that Princess Izzy was doing good. That she got her new liver and that she was in the hospital waiting to get all better and come home. They had a million questions. I told them that the doctors had to open her belly up to put her new liver in, and then they closed it back up with stitches. Jack said, “That is just silly. Why did they have to cut her belly to give her a new liver?” I said, “How else would they get it in there?” He said, “Why couldn’t she just swallow it and then move around a lot until it got into the right place in her belly.”
Jack used his birthday money to buy 2 rodents, aka gerbils. They are named Speedy and Snickers, and they actually are kind of cute and not as rodenty as I originally thought they would be. I am guessing that Jack is already getting disenchanted with them. I found this contract that is apparently transferring guardianship of Speedy to Max. At least he put in a clause ensuring that Max must take good care of him.