End of an Era

My boys, every single day for the past 8 years, have eaten oatmeal for breakfast.  And now they won't.  All of a sudden.  I still have 4 boxes in the cupboard, because normally they go through several boxes a week.  But not anymore.  Because they've decided that they HATE oatmeal, as has their sister.  Which makes breakfast every morning a choice instead of an automatic, which takes a lot more time.  The indecision is killing me!!  "What do you want for breakfast?"  "I don't know.  What do we have?" "We have oatmeal." "I don't want oatmeal!" "Then what do you want?" "I don't know. What else do we have?"......  UGH.  They would love it if I would cook them blueberry pancakes every morning, but quite frankly, I don't have the time or energy for that. 

I miss oatmeal mornings.

Overheard

The boys, arguing about the monetary value of Quinn's baby blanket at auction....

Colby: "Quinn, it's not OLD.  Old stuff is what makes it valuable."
Quinn: "But it's handmade!  Things that are handmade are worth a lot!"
Colby: "It's not worth one cent.  It's all torn and ripped and stuff."
Quinn: "It is too!  It's worth ALOT!  It would totally go for hundreds at auction!"

Mom: "Well, sometimes things of value are worth a lot to one person, but not to others, because it has MEANING to that person.  Not everything has a dollar value.  That blanket means a lot to you, Quinn, but probably wouldn't mean anything to anyone else."

Quinn: "Mom, you spent months making it by hand.  It's worth a ton."

SMILE.  I am really glad that he is attached to that old ratty, ugly thing that's falling apart.  It IS worth a ton, even if it's not worth one red cent.  And for the record... those boys may watch too much "Antiques Road Show".

For The Record

At 9 years of age and 15 days, my son Quinn weighs 66 pounds.  I know this from a visit to the Walk In Clinic in Billings, MT for Impetigo.  You're welcome.