It's 10am and the kitchen floor is covered in oatmeal. My shirt is covered in oatmeal and AJ's blue longies are covered in oatmeal (thankfully his pants have white flecks thru them, so it looks ok!). My glasses have oatmeal on them. The dogs have been eating oatmeal. AJ's shirt has oatmeal all over it. It's an oatmeal day, I guess. AJ refused to sit in his high chair, choosing instead to sit at the table, as has been his custom for the past week. He couldn't see over the top of the bowl and accidentally spilled some oatmeal. He was frustrated and dumped the bowl upside down on the table. I scooped the oatmeal back into the bowl. Finally I put him on my lap to eat. Hence oatmeal all over me.
Meanwhile, Grace is whining, "I want more oatmeal. I want more oatmeal." There isn't any. She'll just have to wait.
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