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' … Continue reading Pillow Talk