At the table tonight when his sisters were playing and giggling at the couch:
“Oh my word”
He ate some meat tonight, thank goodness. We gave him his reward though.
On a totally different note, I had such a childhood flashback recently. I was at my Mom’s house and she had pomegranates on the counter. I remember, as a child, my grandparents used to farm in the Northern Cape (a little town called Campbell) and their farm was called Voelfontein. My Granddad used to always pick the pomegranates and break them open for us and they were so juicy and red. Those visits were always very special.