What’s a father to do when his three year-old son who has been laid up in the hospital for over a week asks for ‘Piece Reeses’? Why, buy that boy some Reese’s Pieces of course! I had to stop and get gas today before heading back to Peoria, so I went inside and purchased three little packs of the candy for Judah.

When I got to the hospital, I showed him the packages he was very happy to see them. I have been promising him that I’d be happy to get him some of his very own Reese’s Pieces candy as soon as the doctor said it was O.K. Well, he’s made such a big deal about it, that it seems that all the nurses on the floor know that he wants the candy, and several have ‘ohhh’ed and ‘ahhhh’ed over them since my arrival today.

Judah is eating, and with the exception of his first meal he seems to know when enough is enough. This is, unless the food is Reese’s Pieces or Teddy Grahams, then he doesn’t seem to register that he’s had a tummy full (he gets that from me I think), so we have to ration them out. He doesn’t complain too much, he’s still thrilled to be able to eat I think.

We even made a short trip down to the play room, and he carried one of the little bags with him, at the sacrifice of some of the toys he like to carry around. I’m certain that he’ll be sleeping with a bag of Reese’s Pieces tonight.