Oatmeal.
Mushy, squishy oatmeal.
Slimey, gray, drippy oatmeal.
Tabitha loves it.
So much she wanted it for every meal for two and a half days. And in one of my finer moments as a mother, that's what she got.
Every meal.
Every snack.
Every dessert.
Just like Francis in Bread and Jam for Francis. And now, lo and behold, she'd ready to taste things like lasagna, pork and green beans.
And she still likes oatmeal.
2 comments:
This cracks me up! For Silas...the fave is hot dogs. And for awhile...on furlough...that is also what he ate for every meal.
For Isaac it is cheese quesadillas...not so easy in our little country here where tortillas are homemade and cheese is horrificly over priced! Maybe I could coax him into loving Oatmeal!!!!
Great post!
ccwiljiMore, please.
More of these wonderful family stories. More of the quirks, and the giggles, and the gaffes, and the grown-up moments, and more of the occasional brilliant flashes of wisdom from the mouths of your babes.
Papa loves it.
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