ARE WHAT YOU EAT??
Rojo looked at the weather forecast on the Weather Channel (something he does several times a day) and declared, "Summer worked! It scared the rain away!"
We have had rain.
Cold and grey rain, not summer showers. The weather men have been calling this Junuary.
I am a born and bred western Oregonian and can take a LOT of rain, but what we've had has been biblical.
But now summer has "worked" and we are enjoying perfect weather here in the Pacific Northwest.
Rojo and I are outside all day every day, for the most part, and we're tweaking his ADHD meds so they wear off by noon, making him hungry. It's working. He's eating like a horse, but wants only junk food. We're forever in negotiation about that. "You can have __________, after you have ___________. I want you to have real food. I want you to gain weight!"
Finally, after about the 25th round of You-Can-Have he said, "Be nice to my weight! Do not hurt my weight's feelings!"
Not enough can be made of the fact that he gets he is not his weight. He is Rojo. His weight is what it is. He doesn't want me to hurt his weight's feelings.
And neither do I.