Tonight after packing the last of our stuff, Jon told me that his stomach hurt. Jon rarely expresses pain, so when he does, it sounds the alarm. He promptly told me that he had to go and he'd be right back. Not knowing what to expect I gave him a few minutes before going to check on him in the downstairs bathroom..which is where I thought he would be...
No, he was in the kitchen. Eating my leftover Greek gyro from dinner. Because that's what everyone does when they are doubled over in pain right??!
Regardless, it seemed to do the trick - the Greek food just made all his stomach pains disappear. Or maybe brought him into a food coma. I couldn't really tell.
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