The boy had a Complicated Medical Procedure this morning, beginning at 8:15 in the AM and lasting for just over four hours, where they put me and him in a small room together with only an iPad, my phone, and a novel for company and periodically came in to feed him bits of strawberry and make him take his shirt off.
The good news: apparently my son is no longer allergic to strawberries. The bad news: I feel like the day is completely shot (who knew sitting around for four hours could be so exhausting?) and he’s demanding strawberry-flavored everything right now. I will have to go out and buy ice cream tonight.
(A week from now, he’ll be insisting he hates strawberries and always has, because that’s how he rolls. Nine days from now, he’ll want them again. Last night he insisted out of nowhere that he’s never liked green grapes. Motherfucker we could seed a vineyard with all of the grapes you’ve eaten around here.)
So. Yeah. That’s going on. Lots of cleaning to do before the wife gets home on Saturday morning and I’m out of the house almost all day tomorrow, so I probably ought to get to work.