Little Kenya is on dialysis, and she had just come off, so she had been throwing up. But with a bottle of pedialite in her hand, she was ready to rumble. I had fun chasing her around the place, picking up crayons, and after about two hours I sang her a song while she fell asleep on my shoulder.
I can't really put words around that. Something about touch. Something about softness and vulnerability and the gift of a child's small arms, and who is holding whom, raspy voice humming along with my words, trusting me enough to let sleep come. Wshew.
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From Mir at Woulda Coulda Shoulda comes this priceless humor
Read the full "Iron Monkey" episode here and stay tuned for the sequel!Chairman Kaga: In my many years in Kitchen Stadium, blah blah blah blah.... *Kaga drones on while the audience falls asleep* Hey! Wake up! I'm about to unveil the secret ingredient! *audience cheers* Today, a match that shall prove exciting beyond any other we've ever had here! Even though I say that every week! Yes, today... behold... the PEANUT BATTLE!
*Dry ice smoke wafts across Kitchen Stadium as a table covered in cans of peanuts is raised into the arena. Gasps are heard throughout the audience. Eater Allergist nods sagely, in anticipation. Iron Eater Pop-Tart wipes his nose on his shirt.*
Chairman Kaga: The battle will last for 4 hours, or until one of you is overwhelmed by symptoms. Choose your plan of action carefully, and may the BEST. EATER. TRIUMPH!
*wild applause*
*A small thud is heard from the balcony. Pay no attention! It's just Iron Eater Pop-Tart's mother having a small aneurysm. Carry on!*
Yep. Tomorrow morning is Monkey's food challenge. PEANUT BATTLE! I may be a tad nervous. Picturing my child in a tall paper hat while we cooperate with his doctor to poison him alleviates my nerves only a little.
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