Rudy the Rutabaga

Before my dad went in for surgery last week, we tried to make light of our concerns by contemplating what kind of mental vegetable he could turn into if things didn't go well. I asked, "What about a rutabaga? Would you be okay with that?" He said, "Yeah, a rutabaga’s fine. I just don't want to be a brussel sprout." So, it only made sense for me to buy a rutabaga, draw a face on it, and bring it to the hospital to keep him company during non-visiting hours.

My dad is now recovering at home and "Rudy," who has sprouted green hair, has found a home on the mantel.