Like a Mighty Oak

"What's that stuff you're eating, Grandpa?" my grandson asked.

"Oakmeal. You want some?" I replied.

"Don't you mean OATmeal?" he said.

"Nope. Oatmeal is for wimps. This is OAKmeal. Try it. It's like eating a tree. It'll put hair on your chest."

"No thanks," he said as he walked away.

"Old man, you should be ashamed of yourself," the little woman then said to me.

"Yeah," I answered, "but I hate sharing my oatmeal."