So, I was preparing breakfast for my cara spoza yesterday.
What kind of oatmeal do you want? I asked her.
Oh, she waved regally, any kind is fine.
So I ripped open the very-berry oatmeal packet (purple wrapper) and poured into a bowl.
That's for you, right? she said cautiously.
No, I've already eaten. Hours ago, in fact. I've taken the habit of waking up early nowadays.
My cara spoza grimaced. When I interrogated her, I found out that she didn't like very-berry oatmeal.
How could this be possible? Everybody loves blueberries! Very-berry oatmeal is my favorite! How could my cara spoza not like that flavor?
Well, she doesn't like that flavor. She likes the maple syrup one (brown wrapper) or the oats and flax one (orange wrapper). So, any flavor as long as it's one of those two flavors.
"Any color you like, as long as it's black."
I wrapped the bowl of very-berry, under my cara spoza's distressed protests and made her the maple syrup one.
What did I have for breakfast today? Day old very-berry oatmeal. And it tasted great.
'Cause it's the best.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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