OATS, What a Beautiful Morning!

My mother called it "mush."  She ate it as a girl. 

My father preferred Cheerios.  He ate them in the 80's.

We like oats.  We eat them everyday!  Aksel and me, that is.

It's my favorite time of day, too!  When we share a bowl for brekkie.

He takes a bite, and I take a bite.  He chuckles as we exchange back and forth.  He also thinks.  Basically, he's hungry for some answers.

Let me be more clear...

My shy boy is understanding a lot about life these days, and he's asking me about it.  About the simple things, like oats and SHARING.

Folks, he's curious.  And I'm the lucky one who gets to explain!

Over cinnamon oatmeal, we talk about it all each morning.  He just happens to communicate in the language of wide-open eyes, subtle gestures, and da-da-da.  It's BLISS though, and despite its simplicity, I'm learning things myself...

For instance, I now know why breakfast is the most important meal of the day.  So you know, I don't plan on skipping it any time soon!

OATS, what a beautiful morning!  OATS, what a beautiful day!  I got a wonderful feeling everything's going our way...

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