The problem with seeking comfort from comfort food...

This poor guy was playing on the playground last week when he lost his grip on some stairs.  He fell and ended up biting his tongue pretty badly.  He was bleeding a lot and chose to sit with me instead of playing with all of his friends for about 15 minutes.  Once the bleeding slowed down and we got him cleaned up and he had a chance to recover, he went back to playing, but I knew the bite was probably bad enough to affect his eating for the next couple of days.

When we went home that night, we could see that the bite was even worse than I thought - it went all the way through his tongue.  But he didn't seem very bothered by the wound.  He even (reluctantly) ate the red beans and rice I'd made for dinner, but begged and begged for some tomatoes.  Once he'd eaten several bites of beans and rice, we agreed to let him have a handful of grape tomatoes.  He started to eat the first one, but quickly screamed and burst into tears as the acid from the tomato started to burn his wounded tongue.  He was completely distraught at the thought of not being able to eat his beloved tuh-nay-doze, and comforted himself by just carrying around his little handful of tomatoes for the next 15 minutes.  It was pitiful.

He survived mostly on smoothies and milk for the next few days, and he was quite relieved to find that he could eat tomatoes again about 3 days after he hurt himself.  Yeah!  Life is good again.