mom, foster mom, finds fart jokes funny.
After waking us up, our son says, "Daddy . . . There's no oatmeal downstairs!"And really, where is my oatmeal anyway? Best get on it :)
well, get off your ass and get the kid some damn oatmeal, for crying out loud!
The Weevils ate his oatmeal.
Mr. Hall has this whole procedure-he makes a big bowl for both kids, let's the girl have it first-she eats about half-then the boy finishes the rest. This means less mess and almost no waste. It's a whole Daddy driven system-best to leave it to him ;)
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