Oatmeal

I always visit Hannah before going to bed. Last night I give her sleeping little cheek a kiss. She wakes up a bit. "Mama, I'm hungry." "I'll get you something." I return with a pear, then go brush by teeth. When I come back, she's going back to sleep. "Mama, oatmeal for breakfast." "But I'm making waffles." "No, oatmeal." I've made it twice this past week. Her appetite must be back, because she just devours it.