I have this idea in my head that kids are supposed to love oatmeal. Myself, I have always found it foul, disgusting, and gag-inducing, but somehow I hang onto this belief that kids love it, so every six months or so I try — and fail — to get my kids to eat some.
The other day Craig went shopping at a newly-built grocery store that was so big he came home without Coke Zero because he couldn’t find where they kept the soda! And he’s no grocery novice, he does 99.99% of the grocery shopping, so this must be some store.
As part of their grand opening they gave everyone a free bag of groceries. In this bag of random items was a box of that instant oatmeal in 4 flavors. When I saw it I told Mike and Robbie that the next morning I would make one of each flavor and they would each try one bite and tell me which one was their favorite.
Hell no. This morning you would have thought that I was forcing them to eat hot raw sewage. The ordeal ended with me telling Mike that I was never going to let him eat oatmeal for the rest of his life.
Why in the world would I think my kids would eat something that even I think is disgusting? I think I need to stage an intervention with myself.