While we were out being adults, a major happening occured back home. Seb had his first regular bowel movement in oh, 7 days... He was extremely excited to tell us when we got home, and described it to me, then his dad and then the babysitter in careful detail - which I will spare you.
You see, after 5 days of 'it will resolve itself', the parents had decreed the "BRATY" diet (no comments please). Banana, rice, applesauce, toast and plain yoghurt. But it is boring, so boring. Seb tried to stick to it, but by this morning, he was asking to see a doctor as that seemed a potentially quicker fix.
He was extra thrilled to be back on track because Auntie Roberta had promised that once the gut had settled down, they would make the trek to Toronto's only peanut-free ice cream parlour. So almost as soon as he had pulled up his shorts, he was asking to go. And here comes the quotable moment, my sister's answer was:
"One poop does not a summer make"
We rewarded Auntie Roberta with a mini-cheesecake from She Takes the Cake - the cake shop right behind our house, the one which made the "best cake ever" according to Mike.
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