While telling our son what little I knew about my wife and #3 daughter's condition, and the accident, I decided that a little humor might help ease the tension.
So, I said, in an exasperated, worried, tone, "who will feed me?!"
Our son gave me an odd look, paused, and said, "that's worthy of Garfield."
Still no word on, from, or about the ladies.
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