Evidence That I Am Indeed The Worst Mother Ever

The other day, Elijah woke up, came running out to the kitchen and said, "Hi Mommma, I want my oatmeal!"

I, however, did not feel like cooking up a batch of oatmeal that morning and so offered him a pop-tart instead.
He said he really really wanted oatmeal.
I said I really really wanted him to have a pop-tart.

I'm terrible I know.
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