When you have as many kids as me, you need to have some fairly regimented rules. A big rule is 'Don't criticize food at the table'
because as soon as one kid mentions not liking something, they all start to develop an aversion to whatever the culprit happens to be.
Tonight Anna asked if the black lumps in the pasta I'd made were mushrooms or olives. I replied that they were mushrooms and she instantly wailed back 'I don't like mushrooms, I only like olives!'
Quick as a flash Léon reprimanded her 'No crucifying food at the table!'
Why do I get the feeling that Léon is suffering from Golgotha syndrome
just like his daddy?
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