What you see in this pic is what we're up to at the moment: P's getting his Zofran meds. You can see this tube of anti-nausea magic in the top machine in the background. Zofran allows Pablo to eat (and retain) meals in peace. That's why we don't mess with the Zofran.
We're off to the deluxe CHLA basement cafe-teria. Now, sing the following two words - dinner time - to the tune of the timeless MC Hammer classic 'Hammer Time.' It's in that fun, Reagan-era baggy pant spirit that P and I will descend in the elevator car to the gastro goodness that awaits.