


Unfortunately, it coincided with Day Two of PainFest, and Randy and I weren't sure if Tyler would be up to going to Oklahoma and back armed only with a container of mashed potatoes. I mean, Hello? The boy likes to eat! (Luckily, he has his dad's metabolism.) But he got up today at 7 a.m. which in itself is a testimony to how eager he felt about the outing, and grimaced his way through of the gloppiest, sloppiest bowls of oatmeal I've ever seen (Randy advised him to pour a little milk in to cool it off quickly and he overshot the mark) and then headed for the church building.
I'm sure today actually came at just the right time--being with his friends probably helped to take his mind off his mouth. He is due back around 6:00 p.m. so we'll see. And then we're heading to the Ranger game courtesy of Phil and Terri so if that doesn't cheer him up I don't know what will! Maybe another bowl of mashed potatoes?
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