Yes, I really did send my seven-year-old son to bed with a banana, saying he’d eaten quite enough for one day and he couldn’t possibly still be hungry and then turned around and snacked on not one but both of these decidedly not-healthy items. I like to think that inconsistency is part of my charm.
I could try to excuse myself by saying how long it has taken me to eat the whole tub, but I won’t bother.
Oh the horror. Oh the secret guilty pleasure of a handful of salty greasy crunch.
‘Nuff said. Back later in the week with something I can be more proud of.
ROFL – he’ll get his chance to do the same one day 🙂
I suspect he already does….with the help of his grandparents….
Oh dear, I suppose that’s the way for most children…