About 10 minutes later he came down in pretty much the same outfit he had on yesterday and plopped himself down at the breakfast counter.
“Juice?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Do you drink coffee?”
“Only Starbuck’s Frappacinos.”
I gave him his oatmeal and a glass of juice and sat down next to him with my coffee.
“Where’s mom?” he asked.
“She was called into the office. She thinks she’ll be back by one.”
“Oh, okay.”
When he was done eating he got up to help me clean up and I noticed his shorts looked, well normal actually. So I asked, “Do you have a pullup on?”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, you heard what the doctor said. I’ll help you clean up if you’re sick, but if you’re just being stubborn, I won’t be happy about it.”
“Fine!” he said exasperated.