Because hospital food is just so good

When we went to visit Tara and Eli in the hospital, it was just the two of them in the room when we arrived. She laughed and said that she had kicked everybody out earlier so she could have some peace and quiet...and no wonder, because including Joey and EJ and all of the family, there had been 9 people in the room.

We didn't stay too long because Eli was getting ready to eat. We headed back down the "alligator" (elevator, for those of you not fluent in Savannish) and went to the cafeteria to look for Joey.

We spotted EJ right away. He was the only two year old in there that was running back and forth from his table to the Gatorade machine, looking longingly at the bright red and orange and blue drinks.

Lo and behold, there was a bag of chips and a container of onion rings on their table.

And suddenly, Savannah was just famished.

"Mama," she said, plaintively. "I'm soooooo hungry." All the while, she cast sideways glances at the bag of chips."

"Ok, honey," I said. "I have a sandwich and Cheerios for you in the car."

Her head shook vigorously. "No...not the car. I'm hungry right now in the hos-pit-al!"

I tried to control my giggles.

Joey's mom took pity on her and handed her an onion ring. She promptly proceeded to eat all the breading off and handed the stringy onion to me.