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Typhoon is feeling much better, he’s happy to report, but the reasons for his last couple of not-so-happy days fall under things we shouldn’t discuss.
His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey didn’t feel great for a couple days. These things, unfortunately, happen from time to time. He has a wide range of digestive issues and is on a very strict diet and a series of medications. Unfortunately, he ate something he shouldn’t have. The only question is who fault it was.
Hu-Dad works all morning in his study and then we get a few minutes of yard time, he eats some lunch, and then we go on our afternoon walk. He was preparing his lunch when Typhoon announced he needed to go outside. The door was opened. Typhoon and the others went out.
Ty made quick work of his business and banged on the door to be let back inside. He doesn’t scratch. He bangs. He is, after all, royalty. Hu-Dad let him in.
This is where things went wonky. Hu-Dad had a pimento cheese sandwich on the counter. A freshly-made, whole, pimento cheese sandwich. Typhoon knew exactly where it was. He might be eleven years old, but he’s still fast. Faster than you can say, “Don’t touch that sandwich,” Typhoon was up on the counter and swallowing the sandwich.
Through much burping, farting, and other repercussions, the next two days passed. So did the sandwich. He showed little interest in his regular food. And, as hard as it might be to imagine, the Little Curmudgeon was grouchier than normal.
We’re happy to report that Ty felt much better yesterday. He ate his meals, didn’t resist (too much) his medicine routine, and had lowered the attitude to mere grumbliness.
Ty, of course, says its all Hu-Dad’s fault for leaving a sandwich out within reach of an avowed counter surfer. Hu-Dad points out that Ty did not have to levitate off the kitchen floor and commit thievery.
We leave the final verdict to you, Dear Readers.
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