"And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush."
"Goodnight nobody. Goodnight mush."
So. We made mush this morning for breakfast. Mush, as in porridge oats, as Tesco calls it. Wiley was so fascinated, he wanted to see it, smell it, and then obviously taste it!
On a rainy morning with a bit of brown sugar, the mush was surprisingly comforting (particularly with hot tea and pumpkin bread). (Although it reminded me a bit of Camp Nakanawa's oatmeal.) And, Wiley actually liked it!
"mmm...mush!"
3 comments:
i am so proud of you, creative mom
only dawson and wiley can make a bowl full of mush sound warm and inviting. i love wiley's pj's, by the way. maybe next you can read where the wild things are and dress up like one for halloween!
Dawson, it must be something about little boys because Friday night I read Goodnight Moon to the 2 1/2 year old I was babysitting for and he kept flipping back to the mush page! haha He pointed it out on every page he could find it, so weird. I miss you, I'm glad things are finally seeming homey :)
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