Although still restricted to soft foods, Scott is slowly starting to expand his post-surgical diet. He is beginning to slowly reintroduce foods that can be easily eaten with minimal jaw movement. In essence, he and Timmy are now on a similar diet. (Personally, I don't know how he could tire of his milkshake and ice cream diet that has been his main source of sustenance during the past week.) Yesterday, in an effort to spice up his diet, he spontaneously invited us to join him for pancakes at IHOP for dinner.
I knew that going to IHOP was a bad idea, not
because I worried about Scott's ability to chew but because Hamlet was
exhausted. He didn't take much of a nap (no surprise) and it was nearing
his bedtime. Even though the restaurant was nearly empty, I was on edge
fearing an appearance by Timmy the Terrible.
Terrible made his entrance in grand style, shrieking at the top of his
lungs as we were trying to put him into the high chair. The poor waiter
didn't even pass out the menus and my little guy was screaming and
trying to throw everything in his reach. He found playing with ice
fleetingly amusing, but quickly tired of the game and returned to
voicing his displeasure with blood curdling screams.
minutes of entering the restaurant I was leaving, wrestling to keep an
irate toddler in my grasp. I strapped him into his car seat, turned up
the radio and let him wail. When Scott emerged with his arms overflowing
with to-go boxes, we agreed that we made a mistake. We will try to
take him out to eat again- in about three or four years.