Oatmeal

Dear Caden,

You are eating away at your oatmeal, completely engrossed in it's gooey deliciousness. You are slurping and slopping, oatmeal smeared on your cheeks. Daddy leans over and you offer him a bite. Daddy looks at you with trepidation and politely says, "No thanks, I'll live." You sigh and continue eating. There it was, the last bite of oatmeal. You look at me proudly and say, "Laaaaaast one! I make a happy bowl!" I look at you and and ask, "Well? Where's my bite?" You stop what you are doing and look me squarely in the eyes as you shovel in the last bit. "No Momma. You'll live."

Love,
Mommy