Pillow Talk

Oh and my Dad only eats oats for breakfast.”

“We have some.”

“What really?” I ask, suspiciously. “Where?”

“I don’t know, in a box somewhere.”

“Oats, not barley.”

“Yes, oats.”

“Oatmeal oats.”

“Yes,” he replies, exasperated.

“Goldilocks oatmeal oats?” I press further, now teasing.

“I’m sorry, did you say ‘goats’? Your father only eats ‘goats’ for breakfast? Or was it boats?”

Actually it was ‘stoats’,” I retort.


“Stoats are a kind of weasel.”

“How do you even know that?”

Then we watch a National Geographic video about how stoats kill rabbits.


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