I mentioned yesterday that my cousin's husband just had his appendix out. He's doing fine, as far as I know, and they got to it before it ruptured. You should have seen the look of relief on Tate's face when we heard that news.
So yesterday I asked the boys to write or draw a get-well message for Mike. But maybe - just maybe - having them do that immediately after a long discussion of World War I might've been a tactical error.
Gunnar drew a fully-armed soldier pointing his finger right at the viewer (a la the Uncle Sam "We want YOU!" posters). And this is what the soldier is saying.
Now listen! You get better! That's a order! So get better, otherwise you're going to be in trouble! So get better, savvy?
Wyatt wrote a nice note.
We're very sorry to hear that your appendix has been sabotaged, but we're glad to hear they removed it before the saboteurs could detonate the explosives. Get well soon.
While Tate put his heart and soul into this somewhat obscure missive.
I am very sorry to hear that something so entirely useless was redeployed in oblivion, as the revolutionary Appendicides nearly obliterated your body's economic system and government. Luckily foreign intervention came before the vast armies of Viruses marched in to aid the Appendicides and now your economic system and government are saved - you're on the way to recovery.
In Tate's interpretation the Evil Appendicides are waging full-scale war against Mike. Fortunately "foreign intervention" (aka surgery) arrived before the Evil Appendicides could be joined by their allies, the Viruses (infection).
Now wouldn't you feel all warm and fuzzy and comforted?!