Thursday, September 20, 2007
Nathan gets Gillian ready for school in the morning. That's a post in and of itself, and one day I'll get a picture of one of her 'fancy' outfits, but it is not the reason for today.
Today I come to you to discuss oatmeal and giraffes.
Let me explain.
Gillian is a very picky eater. Shocking. I know. She likes to describe things that are gross in terms that she and all of her little buddies will understand. Perfectly reasonable.
This morning, so my husband tells me, Gillian was walking past the neighbors house and caught a whiff of their breakfast.
Gillian: What is THAT?
Nathan: That's oatmeal.
Gillian: It smells like a giant giraffe farted!
Good Gracious. I hope they didn't hear that one!
I guess I won't be force feeding her oatmeal anytime soon. Ah, well. Do you suppose home made granola might smell like a rhinoceros butt?