I scoop two bowls of oatmeal.
Old-fashioned, steel-cut, simmer-on-the-top-of-the-stove-for-20-minutes oatmeal.
Maj loves the stuff.
Kallan does not love the stuff, but she has asked to have some.
This request has totally chapped Maj’s ass.
“All she wants is Brown Boy! Can’t you see, Mother? She is using the oatmeal as a Brown-Boy Trojan Horse!”
