Funny Bones

So the Man cut his finger pretty bad this week. He could see all the way to the bone. He needed to get seven stitches. Of course he didn't call me to tell me he was going to the hospital.

I had to find out when I asked him to steam broccoli for dinner.

He replied, "No."

What?

No? You always steam the broccoli.

Then he sends me a picture of his hand all covered in gauze and blood.

Blech. Don't touch the broccoli with that hand, mister.

K and little man stopped over on their way home tonight. Little Man O wanted to bring Grampa some Funny Bones, his favorite snack cake. 

To make him feel better.

He's so sweet, that little man. And so is his momma.

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They stayed and had dinner with us. B was out with some work friends so K and little man were at loose ends. We ate tortellini and meatballs and broccoli. Little man ate four meatballs. He loved them. He ate three helpings of broccoli and two tortellinis. He was hungry. 

We had ice cream for dessert. K said oh, he probably won't eat any. He's full.

Ha. Rookie.

I reminded her that dessert tummies are never full. They are bottomless pits. And he proceeded to eat half a slice of ice cream roll.

He's a growing boy.