On Friday, Dad was convinced Oscar had an ear infection because he smelled funny. On Saturday, dad sat back in Oscar's bed as he was trying to sort out his down syndrome digital recording box and sat in vomit, confirming that Oscar didn't in fact have an ear infection, but rather a bad belly. I made an Ottolenghi sweet potato maple salad, because it reminded me of the colour and consistency of Oscar's vomit.
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