Hold the Medic! Send Some Oatmeal

So, I've mentioned previously that I'm raising a hypochondriac daughter. That she has flinstones for one ailment, vitamin c for another, etc. Well, we added a new one to the list.

Oatmeal.

She seems at times to have a constipation problem and with her new abilities at using the potty they have become more evident. I introduced oatmeal to her as a way of making her bottom stop hurting. Now, whenever she's having problems going *ahem* "Number 2", she requests oatmeal.

Don't get me wrong, this is great! She should be eating it anyway, plus we've added a new food to the group of "Short Person Accepted Foods". But this need for oatmeal whenever her bottom hurt came to a hilarious conclusion the other day.

Short person and her friend Ireland were playing in the snow-- sledding, making snow angels, dumping snow on babysitters head-- when Ireland got a boo-boo on her bottom. Ireland started hopping around and crying about her bottom hurting when all of the sudden Short Person got a frantic look on her face, turned to babysitter and said...

"Quick! Get the oatmeal!"

Oh wow... the ways I have corrupted my daughter...