Why We May Become Vegetarians

When Tyler was younger, we used to call him our little carnivore. He. Loved. Meat.

Fast forward.

Tyler is eleven. He still loves meat but after today he may not. Yesterday's Father's Day Festivities included grilled steak. Tyler took his first bite and immediately the hunk became wedged somewhere way deep down in his esophagus. It became the cork that wouldn't allow any other food to pass by. That was yesterday. We though we would wait it out, since he could breathe and everything, and see if sleeping would relax him enough release the meat.

Nope, it didn't. And that's why we aren't doctors.

This morning I called and took the poor starving kid into the clinic and our doctor referred him on to the surgeon at the hospital. Wow. Writing that out makes it sounds so serious. We spent most of the morning and into the early afternoon in the outpatient area at the hospital. Here are some words for you. Anesthesia. IV. Scope. Chicken Noodle Soup.

He did great and we now have some really interesting pics of the inside of his stomach. He thought the hospital bracelet was cool so he wore it the rest of the day, even to his baseball game. The poor kid hasn't stopped eating since we got home.

It's the new carnivorous weightloss program where you only eat steak. One bite.