Wouldn't it be nice if we could put a sensor button on our children. Know what they are going to say before they say it and then stop them. John's latest funny . . .
I had hernia surgery on Dec 3. I went from not even knowing something was really wrong to almost overnight not being able to eat. My hernia had become incarcerated which meant from the time I really knew what was going on until the surgery I was on a soft foods/liquid foods diet. That included Thanksgiving Dinner. I enjoyed some mashed potatoes, squash, and stuffing. But even that got me in trouble. It is easy to stick to a soft foods diet when you know if you don't you'll spend hours on the bed in pain wishing it would just pass.
My doctor was concerned that it was going to be much bigger than they thought when they got in there, so no in and out surgery for me. He had me plan on spending one night, but I got the privilege of spending two nights in the hospital. I think he wanted me to stay another night, but the dollar bills were adding up in my head.
Just like any good church group, our wonderful Relief Society brought meals into our family for several days after I got home. And the meals that were brought in were amazingly good. At least the little that I tasted or smelled them. I'm still not eating all regular foods yet.
Well, a week after surgery a sister in our neighborhood needed to pick something up from me. I got it ready and gave it to Jessica to give to her since I still wasn't feeling fabulous. The afternoon she came I was in the bedroom and both John and Jessica answered the door. From what I could tell she was asking the kids how I was doing and if there was anything she could do.
THAT is when I wish I had a sensor button on John. The next thing I hear out of his mouth is "You can bring us dinner." At this point I grab my robe and decide to emerge from the bedroom. By the time I reach the front room he is informing her that he does NOT like chicken enchiladas (the rest of us love them by the way) so if she could bring something else that would be great. Now this is the type of woman that would probably have gone home and cooked something up and returned that evening with dinner. Luckily I caught her before she left. Mark's parents were actually at the house that afternoon to help me and had taken care of lunch and were planning dinner for us that day as well.
All I can say is out of the mouth of babes . . . It only made sense to a 6 year old that every other woman who had come into the house that week had brought a meal, why not this one as well.