The first meal
A pleasant surprise this morning.
As I embrace the third day of my new "elimination diet" - the elimination being anything that is remotely fun - Ottawacker Jr. volunteered to make me some breakfast.
Fearing that the already inedible was going to become worse, I was about to say "don't worry, I'll do it", when thankfully I engaged my brain. While the oatmeal contained fewer of the "goodies" that Mrs. Ottawacker attempts to smuggle in - flax seed, chia, cinnamon - it did have a pleasing texture and taste, and benefitted enormously from not having any of the "goodies" that Mrs. Ottawacker attempts to smuggle in.
His first meal, just six days shy of his eighth birthday. Sigh. Already going by too fast.