Heather helped me bake some oatmeal cookies last Sunday. We were getting out all the ingredients (one of her favorite things to do) and she asked if she could eat some oats. Well, why not? So I gave her a few. And she loved them. So she asked for more, and more, and more. I think she ate over a 1/8 of a cup before I cut her off. Just raw, rolled oats. What a goon.
