Two Good Things About Convalescing

 First, the kids step in to help.  This morning while I was getting ready, Tristan called through the bedroom door, "Mom, there's a surprise for you on the table!"  He was so excited.  I came out and saw this:

 He'd done it all himself.  And made the executive decision that the pitcher there on the far right should be used for maple syrup. It's the size of a tea pot.  It was full.

The second good thing about convalescing is that they get to eat cereal for breakfast:

  And this is how they feel about that.

Just after the lovely tea table discovery there ensued a squabble over the benefits of cereal:
Kiki proffered, "You guys eat cereal like pigs, you don't need that much. It's like dog food-- dry kibble full of nasty stuff."
"There's no sugar in here." Tristan countered.
"There's five gallons of sugar in there."
"Huh-uh!You're so weird!" Tristan said.
"How much is a gallon Tristan, how much is a gallon?" said Wise Girl.
"It doesn't even say how much sugar is in here.  There's not a gallom!"
"It's gallon, Tristan, a GALLONNN."
"No, Kiki it's in GRAMS!" he said, brandishing the cereal box.
And then Sawyer, the youngest, innocently said the wisest thing of all--
"Kiki, how come you're eating cereal when you don't like it?"

A valid question.