She has 'horridge' every morning. With me. I get to eat lovely creamy porridge made with full fat milk and brown sugar because I HAVE to eat what she eats or she won't eat it. Reasonable. So there I was pouring in the oats, she was mixing her own paste in a bowl, all happy. Then suddenly: " Want olibs Mummy. Please Mummy want OLIBS".
I wouldn't mind really, but I couldn't eat them too. I would vomit for sure. Plus they are just a bit too salty for a toddler, let alone for breakfast.
We did a deal. " Porridge first, then Olives" Thinking that she'd forget after Tommy Zoom etc. But no she remembered. She's most definately a smart cookie. I was just leaving the house when I got "Mummy olibs. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease" I'm a sucker for manners. Frankly I'd give her a turkey twizzler with a side of cat food if she said please and thankyou. So she had olives for breakfast.
Fortunately I was leaving for work, so managed to avoid them. Which was a Good Thing because the collective hallitosis on the tube was somehow worse than normal. It was all I could do to keep the porridge down.
Oh and by the way who said there'd be snow in South London?
So the eating-what-mummy-eats is getting worse? Yesterday I had to share my nutella spreaded bread with my 9 months old. Not the right thing for a baby, I know. But I don't want porridge for breakfast. Or olibs.
ReplyDeleteFunny post! xx MM
Wow, that's an impressive breakfast request. She obviously has a very refined palate :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm the same with manners if he asks nicely he gets what he wants!
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