Breakfast Brooding

  Know where the oatmeal on this spoon wound up?  In my belly.  Ha!  You thought I was going to say "on the floor" or "on the dog" or "all over's Mommy's face" or "under a microscope slide to check for parasites."  Please.  Ok the last one maybe a possibility.  But do you honestly think that I would throw food anywhere?  You think I would make a mess for my poor dear pregnant mother to clean up?  I'm hurt.  I'm more than hurt.  I'm appalled and shocked.  You cut me.  You cut me deep.