Food in lockdown. Sigh. Fussy eaters. Sigh some more. Tonight is a sample of what each day is like...
Me (trying out an oat cookie recipe): So, do you like the cookies?
Child 1: They were amazing. I even shared them with my friends. Jamie and Izzy said they are sooooo good!
Me: And you? (to Child 2)
Child 2: Not really.
Me: But you took two to school. Did you share them?
Child 2 (indignant): NO!
Me: So you ate them.
Child 2: Yes. So?
Me: So you like them?
Child 2: No. They're ok.
Me: OK, so I won't put any in your lunch box tomorrow?
Child 2: You can put them in my lunchbox.
Me: Hmmm.
And then pasta sauce tonight...
Dad: This is REALLY good!
Child 2: It's ok.
Child 1: I loooove it when you make spaghetti sauce!
Me: What do you mean it's ok?
Child 2: Well, its really good, but you forgot the red wine.
Me: We don't have red wine.
Child 2: Well, we did have red wine. Did you drink it all? You shouldn't have drunk it. But I guess this sauce is ok. But it would have been better with red wine. (Goes back for second and third helpings). You should use red wine next time, really.
As I am pondering the idiosyncrasies of Child 2 and his food requirements, Child 1 walks in and finds me writing this and spots my cookie, the fifth last cookie in what was a FULL large cookie jar last night.
Child 1: Ohhhhhhh! (with her eyes fixed firmly on my cookie, although she ate a toasted sarmie at 5.30, 2 apples at 5.45 and a bowl of pasta at 6.15)
Me: NO! MINE!
Child 1 starts the puppy eyes. I stuff the cookie in my mouth, take a bite, put it down well out of her reach and keep on writing while Child 1 reads over my shoulder, giggling.
Child 1: Are we really like that?
Me: Hah! Go and shower before we are loadshed!
Anyone else relate?
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