Checking in.

Yeah, yeah, I haven't had a whole lot of spare time to ramble about Kelly Clarkson and what David Edelstein is up to. I'm sure you're all crushed. However, I am forcing myself to make time to blog about
this story.

At the age of one, Tilly Merrell was told that she would never be able to eat real food. It seemed that her body got confused and when she swallowed the food, it was sent into her lungs, not her stomach. As you can imagine, this is a bad thing. So, whatever, now at age eight, she goes to some specialists, they see nothing wrong, so they say: you need to retrain your body, go eat food.

Now, where would any responsible parent take their eight year old to retrain the child's fragile digestive system? A Palo Alto-area Jack-In-the-Box, obvs. Dear little Tilly recounts her experience: "I had a burger with cheese, bacon, egg and ham. And some hash browns with grease."

While I'd never doubt dear Tilly and her folks, I can't help but wonder if they are confused and really took her to Carl's Jr. where she partook in the (officially-damned-by-me) Breakfast Burger. If that is the case... well, I think Tilly deserves to go back to having a backpack with a food pump wired to her stomach. I'm just saying.