That's my boy

Earlier today, when his milkshake arrived, Wyatt said, "I'm getting spoiled today!"

Of course, he didn't mean he was becoming completely spoiled, but that he was receiving special treatment.... as well he should!

I can't believe how quickly he's recovering. And he's HUNGRY. Chafing at being restricted to liquids and "creamed foods". As he sat, watching his fourth (?) episode of Planet Earth, trying to drink chicken broth, I was scanning the list of suggested foods.

"Wyatt, I know what I can make you for dinner - mashed potatoes and gravy."

A sigh of comfort. "This just keeps gettin' better!"