The boys eat nothing. Every evening at dinner, Michael surveys the table and announces dolefully, “There’s nothing I like.” I was at the library the other day and the staff had strategically placed a book on parenting in the children’s section. I flicked to the part on children’s eating habits looking idly for tips. It was all about tackling childhood obesity. Well, at least there’s one problem we haven’t got at the moment.
I’ve got one of those too. And a girl with a very healthy appetite. Jack Sprat and his sister.
I would gladly send the boys some “insulation” if I knew how — I have plenty to spare, being a rather round WOL, . . . .
Well, Lesley, at least you have contrast which is something.
WOL, but then I would have both problems. Sigh.