small intestines with large importance

chris had a rather severe belly ache the other night, and now i'm on a maternal rampage to overhaul our diets. this is partially due to the fact that i have also been experiencing my fair share of stomach problems lately. either we've both contracted a stomach virus from some bad chicken nuggets (remember the dollar store bag of chicken nuggets?) or it's just an agglomeration of poor food finally, simultaneously, deteriorating our stomach linings. either way, the multi-vitamins, fresh fruit, and "lotsa fiber for a more satisfying poop" cereals are now out on our kitchen countertops in full force, a veritable army of depressingly healthy foodstuffs.

last night, after utilizing one of the few recipes i can concoct without having a psychotic episode due to too many measuring spoons or having to dirty more than one bowl, i sliced up a pear for desert. neither chris nor myself could commit to a whole pear, and so we shared one. it tasted like fifth grade, like a brown bag lunch, like the moment you realize you're the only one eating fruit while all of your friends have cupcakes and candy. we were down to one last pear slice, and, convinced that chris' more severely aggravated tummy needed it more than mine, i told him to eat it.

"i'm full," he replied.

"just eat it," i pushed.

"i'm full," he replied.

"it's just a small slice."

"I'M FULL!" he screamed, to which i responded, "well, i'll just leave it right here for you." then i passed him his vitamin.

i am certain that, after about three days of better eating, we will both be as good as new, except for our nerves, which will be raw and frayed.