The day after surgery Wonderboy and E had this email exchange:
Dear Dad,
I just ate a chicken noodle smoothie. Here's how. I figured if I blended up chicken noodle soup and made it into a chicken noodle smoothie, I could have actual energy running through my body without getting stuff in the spaces where my tonsils were taken out.
Love,
Kai
Dear Kai,
I'm glad you were able to find a way to obtain actual energy, instead of eating thousands of popsicles.
Love,
Dad
He's recuperating nicely, but tired of squishy food.
In other news, I performed the Heimlich (or whatever it's called these days) on my 4 year old yesterday. We heard him making a strange crackling, choking sound and realized he had something lodged in his windpipe, but we saw he wasn't able to take air in or cough. He stood there turning very red, but then he completely stopped making any sound and his fingers were digging at his neck so I grabbed him around the middle and picked him up, flipped him parallel to the ground and locked my hands together at his belly and gave a quick thrust up under his ribs. A mint fell out, and then he stood there taking great gulps of air, telling me how that mint was very stuck. Some days I think E and I won't survive this boy, and then other days I think the reverse might be our real concern.
Evidence both boys are alive and well, playing Mario Kart:
