Spagetti

On Thursday night at dinner my 4 year old son repeatedly dropped from his chair and lolled happily under the table. Garlic bread crumbs followed him and slowly piled on the floor of his grandparents’ apartment. I told him to come back to his seat and eat at the table. He did for a while (with his hands in the pasta) then off he’d cheekily tumble in accidental mimicry of the lanky sauce covered spaghetti in his bowl.

This is frustrating behaviour.

My wife and I looked at each other and sighed. The boy giggled from the floor. Some times are painful with a little person, they’ve got their own ideas about how to interact with bolognese. For us on this Thursday night though we were full of gratitude that he was safe and home.

On Monday night he slept in the hospital and on Tuesday he had surgery. It was scary and confronting. He was home quickly and things went well. By Thursday we were still simply happy to have him home. I wonder how we’ll feel next Thursday, and the one after that? It’s hard to stay grateful all the time.










Also, eat at the table boy.