Here in the States, Colonies, Estados Unidos, we’re celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow, which we Bradsteins celebrate traditionally, gathering for a festive family dinner where we eat enough food to pop a few buttons, which we hope don’t fly across the room and put someone’s eye out.
Just in time for that happy cacophony, we’ve started 3B on solid food. Those of you who are parents know that “solid” part refers to the few rice flakes that are suspended in the several tablespoons of water in the bowl. These meals are solid as much as his solid waste is solid at this point, although much less green. Oh sorry, were you eating?
Anyway, just like it takes a village to raise a child and a nation to raise enough money for a political campaign, it takes a family to feed a child. What you can’t see in this picture is the crowd gathered around 3B, restraining and soothing him while I scraped the spoon across his top gum, causing the thin gruel to run across the roof of his mouth in a beeline to his gag reflex center, causing him to pitch forward and spit the entire spoonful back out onto his chin, from where I scraped it back over his lower lip into his mouth. There was at least one aunt, two parents, and one cousin participating with another aunt documenting the event and several other relatives gathered around for moral support.
And of course, 3B was there. As you can see from his pleading expression in the picture, he enjoyed every minute of it. So while he’s not quite ready to hoist a turkey leg tomorrow night, as a vegetarian, his menu doesn’t include the tryptophan trip anyway. If we didn’t have him on this milk and gruel regimen, 3B would be getting acorn squash stuffed with wild rice, harvest couscous, ginger snap peas, and sesame tofu.
Maybe we’ll let him off the hook for one day, and then he can be thankful for the same thing that you all are: nobody’s going to gag you with a spoonful of gruel. Or maybe we’ll feed 3B and be thankful for the eight hours of sleep during which he doesn’t move at all that result from his sating himself on a few thimblefuls of gruel.
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