This blog post is mainly for my dad. When I was little I called oatmeal "oytmeal" and my dad was sooooo sad the day I realized I'd been saying it wrong for 12 years. (Yeah, my parents let me call it oytmeal for TWELVE years...) ANYway, this is my cute nephew, Braden. I was thrilled when he told me that there is oytmeal in his reindeer food and i knew my dad would be too;)
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