I can count — on one hand — the number of times I came downstairs for dinner during the first six weeks after my surgery. Therefore, I noticed some changes to the way things are typically done by the time I was well enough to get downstairs.
Take the drumstick (i.e., a chicken leg), for example. Prior to my surgery, Ari would only eat a chicken breast cut up. He didn’t like dark meat (just like my husband!) at all. Lo and behold, I came downstairs a week ago and my son asked for a drumstick.
Why on Earth would he be requesting a drumstick? I wondered. Was he going to bang it on the table? Shove it in his mouth and choke?
None of those things. He requested it because he liked to hold it and eat it.
“Yeah, he’s been doing that for a couple of weeks now,” Marc replied.
Must be the influence of his Bubbe and Zayde who like dark meat, I thought.
“What else has changed?” I asked.
Rather than telling me, I found out over the course of the next week. Nothing major, but I noticed there was a bit more ice cream being scooped than when mommy is in charge.
This evening’s dinner was roasted chicken, cauliflower rice, and peas. There were drumsticks and breasts. Guess what Ari selected first?