Frightfully low hot dog statistics

Ian recently had a fluey/congestiony bout of sickness, during which he had almost no appetite. tonight he is wolfing down the black bean soup, quinoa and lima beans (humming with contentment as he chews, as is his wont), and I told him I was glad he got his appetite back. But he burst my bubble of irrational exuberance with the following qualification, indicating that he didn't really have his appetite back after all:

"You know how I usually have six hot dogs? Well, last time I had two."

General panic returns.

(March 27, 2012)