This month had lots of firsts:
First church (in my suit with the chicky-feet),

First snow (I didn't like it--even if I did get to wear a really cool hat!),

First Thanksgiving (I slept;
my Thanksgiving dinner still comes from Mom).

When we got to the hospital,
they were surprised to see me,
since they were expecting a 77-year-old man.
They had written my age as 77D (for 77 days),
but the nurses didn't notice the D.
Since they were expecting a grown-up,
I got to sleep in a grown-up bed before surgery.
(They didn't make me wear the grown-up-sized hospital gown, though.)

After surgery they put me in pediatrics, where they said I belonged.  I was sleepy at first, but then I woke up and played with Benjamin Bear and Jerry Giraffe.  Mom and Dad had brought them from home so I would have my regular friends. 

The incision didn't bother me at all, and we went home the next day.  I took the whole thing in stride, but Mom and Dad are glad that's over!
 
 
 
 
 
 

And now I hear that next month is CHRISTMAS!