Meal time

Sometimes I don't know why I bother to make real meals. This evening Isabel kept asking for "oats out of the pantry". I didn't know what she was talking about, so I asked her to show me. She pulled the oatmeal out of the pantry, plopped down, and started eating it straight out of the container. Soon after Daddy came in and joined her. They both sat there for fifteen minutes, filling their bellies, happy as a lark.