Oatmeal isn’t generally something you are too excited about as a child. That’s true.
But, as children we had a greater aversion to the stuff then most.

With good reason.

My mom would make oatmeal like this…

1. put water in a pot on the stove.

2. dump an amount into the water that may or may not be boiling (that part was just secondary. the boiling. Oh, and the amount too. That was just guessing.)

3. leave it for a while on the stove. stirring?? what’s that??

4. come back when you realize you forgot it.

5. tell everyone to eat. ignore them when they complain that it’s one big lump. that’s life.

Truly…oatmeal was a giant ball of uncooked mess. Or a soupy mess. One or the other.
We all still hate oatmeal as children. I don’t understand you all with your “oatmeal is good for you”.
Hello..oatmeal is death!