Charlie and I have been sick like dogs, yesterday and today. Me more so than him. He at least wanted to eat something. He wanted oatmeal for breakfast, two days straight. We put yummy things in it, like yogurt, maple syrup, peanut butter and raisins (not all at the same time) so that must be the appeal. Because he also wanted it for lunch, two days straight. And then, just now, when we woke up from our naps, I thought I might make us some cheese sandwiches and tomato soup since I was beginning to feel human again.
“Are you hungry for snack?” I asked.
“Yeah! O-meal?”
I just laughed at him. He did end up enjoying the cheese sandwiches, after I convinced him to give them a try.
