Rachel S. Heslin
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Yes, we have no oatmeal
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Having finished his oatmeal, Hunter was begging for bites of my oatmeal with blueberries and banana.

"Ayal? Ayal?"

"Can you say oatmeal? Oat. Mee. Yull."

Blank stare

"Oat. Mee. Yull." Tapping each syllable on the tray of his high chair: "Oat. Mee. Yull."

Big grin. "'Nana!"


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