Shokufeh is... home

One of the many things I want to blog about

I love the unique relationship MrMan has with each of the adults in the house. In recent weeks, it has become apparent that he's not just a grandson to my dad, he's his brother. In blood, and in oatmeal. Week before last, we took a group trip to the lab for blood draws: MrMan's for lead levels, my dad's for whatever senior citizens worry about. (Ha, Pop!) When we came out, my dad proclaimed them blood brothers. This week, they've become stronger in their oatmeal bond. Both of them usually have the stuff for breakfast, at different times of the morning. But this week, my dad made his batch a little bigger on a couple of occasions, so he could share. It was nice to come into the kitchen this morning and find a little bowl with a post-it, reading "MrMan," on it.