Spicy Drinks and Explosive Sandwiches

This is Alek, Dr. Mauro's son. I'm four and a half years old and Daddy said it's time I start writing my own email broadcasts. He's so busy since we got back from our trip to Mexico, that he thought I could man the keyboard this week.

That's us on the beach in Mexico.

It was a little strange... when we were heading to Mexico the pilot stopped the plane in Texas to put more gas. I think he really needed to use the washroom. Anyways, the pilot said it'd only take 30 minutes but it felt like 3 hours. Got real hot in the plane too, even though it was February.

Then the guy with the food comes around and starts yelling: "Peanuts! M&Ms! Pringles! Oreo cookies!"

Daddy wasn't too happy about the menu. I never saw so much junk food at one time.

Then the guy starts yelling: "Pepsi! 7-Up!"

I have no idea what that stuff is. Once I was at a birthday party and they had these cans of drink called "pop." I asked Daddy what pop was. He told me it was "spicy" -- so I stay away from it.

So I ordered some juice instead…

...and pulled out the almond butter and jam sandwich Mama made for me.

"Almond butter?" Daddy said, looking nervously over his shoulder. "You smuggled an almond butter and jam sandwich on the plane?"

"What does smuggled mean, Daddy?"

"Alek, you can't bring almond butter and jam on an American plane. President Bush forbids it. You can't even bring toothpaste on a plane! Almond butter could easily be laced with gun powder and jam with liquid explosives. Combine them together with a little Coca-Cola and the whole plane could go KA-BOOM."

But he let me eat it anyways.

That's me building sandcastles.

These planes are dangerous... Daddy said our ears could pop when the plane took off, so we actually got to have some lollipops. Somehow sucking on them will stop your ears from going KA-BOOM too.

Problem was they were so good me and Ella would finish them before the plane even took off.

"All done Daddy! More please!"

Daddy doesn't feel too good on planes and gives in easy. He told Mama, "Give them more. Give them whatever they ask for!" and then went back to sleep.

In the March newsletter Daddy will talk more about how flying and his stomach don't get along too well and why Mama said, "Your useless on a plane!" when we landed in Mexico.

Until then I hope you enjoyed my story and the pictures. Daddy helped me with the spelling and the grammur.

Daddy also told me to remind you to check out the February newsletter you should have received last week, if you’re a patient of his. If your stomach bothers you even when you're not in an airplane, check out the insert that Daddy put in the newsletter to help you out.

Have a good day,

Alek

Son of Dr. Karlo Mauro, N.D.
www.thenaturopath.ca/feelbetter
(519) 739-2402

p.s. Oh yeah, one more picture...