Cinnamon Toast CrunchMature

Well, I eventually had to get out from under the covers sometime. 

After lying in bed for a long time, contemplating Idina's eating disorder and what it meant for our family, I got up and tiptoed down the stairs. Idina was in the bathroom. My parents were still downstairs. My dad was going to be late for work.

I went over to my mom, who was dealing with the situation considerably well. "So...does this mean she has anorexia?"

My mom was pale. She looked really scared, despite the fact that she was acting really calmly. "I guess." The words seemed paltry compared to the situation at hand, but I don't think any of us were able to formulate our thoughts completely.

Finally, I said, "What are we going to do?"

My mom said, "I think we're going to see if we can beat this without a counselor."

I shook my head. "That's not going to work. She's going to need professional help." I didn't know why I thought so. I just did.

But when Idina came down the stairs and asked me if I wanted to eat some Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal with her, I wondered if my parents were right. I mean, Idina was eating cereal! She didn't hide any of it! Maybe we could knock this without professional therapy.

So Idina ate her food regularly and without complaint.

For awhile.

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