A friend brought dinner to the hospital last night for Chris and I. Wonderful hamburgers with bacon and fries that smelled divine when they walked in the room. Ben can eat anything he wants, so I asked him if he would like to eat some of my burger. His response . . .
“I don’t want to die today. Thanks.”
Good point, boy. Probably shouldn’t be filling his body with all that grease after he just got his heart rebuilt. But that bacon sure did look good.
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