I want to talk about oatmeal. Ari loves oatmeal. He is the pickiest eater in the entire universe, but there is one thing that he will always eat: oatmeal.
I don’t know what it is about oatmeal, but I also love it. Maybe it’s the B vitamins in it that make me happy, or the butter and milk I add to it to make it pleasantly salty, but it hits the spot in the morning.
It doesn’t have to be a particular brand, in fact, our oatmeal comes from an anonymous Ziploc bag.
And look what happens when you take the anonymous Ziploc bag away:
Oatmeal, in this house we appreciate you. Keep being you.
