>My husbands children discovered that they can throw their oatmeal. Everywhere. I will not post a picture.
Oatmeal in the blinds. In the cracks of the floor. The china cabinet glass. Stack o’ bills. Ev-er-eeeee-werr.
I was out of site only for a minute, I promise. (Okay, I was reading a blog. It was a GOOD one!!!) I looked up and saw a few blobs of oatmeal on the floor. Levi was mid swing with another glob, when I tossed the laptop and ran into a scene from Animal House. I had a Mommy Dearest moment and sent the kids out of the kitchen. (Not the wire hanger scene, more like “Tina!!!! Bring me the axe!!!!”) I scrubbed and scraped, ranted and raved.
Oatmeal will never be cooked in this house again. (Sure.)