Daniel: Is there actimel in my lunch box?
Mr. Waffle: No, but there is fruit: grapes and apple.
Daniel and Michael in chorus: I don’t like grapes.
Mr. Waffle: No Michael, there is a banana for you.
Michael: I don’t want a banana.
Mr. Waffle: Well, Michael, every day you get a banana for school and it doesn’t come home so, I assume, something happens to it in school.
Michael: Yes, I put it in the bin.
And in today’s link section, an appealing post by a woman whose school sandwiches are never rejected because (insert really terrified gasp here), she homeschools her children.
As a child, I hated my mother’s chips (fries). Sometimes when she did them particularly badly I would pretend there was a programme I wanted to watch and ask to have my dinner in front of the tv. I would then sneak into the front garden and bury the chips! I revealed this to her for the first time recently (I made the mistake of doing it in company) – she was shocked and amused at the same time.
I wonder what the neighbours thought?
At least, you don’t have to clean smashed banana from the bottom of a schoolbag… That stuff gets everywhere.
How could you not like chips? This does explain your willowy figure but not how you ended up settling in Belgium.
Extracting the positive Peggy..
You flatterer, you! I love chips – just not my mother’s.
But that post you linked to was not appealing – it was scary and intimidating and proved that I am doing motherhood all wrong! I’m wondering if I should convert to Catholism.
But didn’t you enjoy the guilt babymother? Ah no, of course, that will only be available after you convert…