The surgeon finally gave me the all clear. The 4" scar still sometimes feels like someone is sticking a knife in it but it'll gradually decrease over the coming 2-3 months as the internals heal up properly. The infection's gone and I can get back to active living again without fear that the thing will burst open when I'm doing something stupidactive. Also on the plus side, I can write stories involving first hand knowledge of the taking of a pound of flesh!
Watching Christmas specials with my seven-year-old nephew: "Hey, nephew Sam, Do you know those characters' names?" "Who?" "The three on the screen, Donald Duck's nephews." "Oh. Hew... um... Hew... I want to say Hulu?" Good kid. Definitely a twenty-first century digital boy.
I remember being that age. My dad worked for Hewlett-Packard in those days, and sometimes talked about computers. I remember correcting him: "Not 'computer,' Daddy. It's a BAT-computer!" Those of you of a certain age will know what I was talking about.
So cute! That is how you raise a kid. I suspect @Cave Troll will like that later on (although he'd probably prefer something less indie in nature).
At least baby in the cage has food and water. I worry about the baby with the balloon, which could pop and asphyxiate baby. If you like bleu baby, that's fine. Also, that dog - I hope it's baby friendly; at least those fishes don't bite (I've checked and they're not piranhas).
You could leave a message. "Hello, Iceland? About socks: do they count? Call me back. Bye! Oh, don't fall into any volcanoes or anything."