- behaviour whilst out and about: we come up pretty well
- whining for things in that voice: not so great
- tantrum tally: pretty low
- drama queenitis level: sadly high
- fighting with siblings: exceptional result
- eating most foods: improving
- sleeping at night: depends on the weather/day/time/stage/mood we are all in
Scene: leaving Gymnastics class with Big Miss aged 6. It is 6pm precisely and dinner is no less than 30 minutes away because we are still at gym class at 6pm.
It is the last class before Easter and school holidays, and it is Tuesday night (this point, whilst seemingly banal, is key). The kids are all given two small Easter eggs (well most had a successful hunt, my girl was too slow or not cut throat enough to have scored her own, but the coaches -silly fools didn't obviously count the number of kids to two-eggs-each ratio and several missed out, but I digress...). You know, the teeny tiny solid eggs that we all scoff feeling like we are hardly having any chocolate at all whilst getting imperceptibly larger. Those irresistible ones.
So, on instruction from the coaches, the kids are told to ask before consuming their bounty. Very sensible.
Big Miss asks me straightaway. Not one for dilly dallying when it comes to cocoa-ey goodness, especially for me and even for other small people in my control, and with dinner still a half hour away, I say, "sure", with the inference being; why not? Thanks for asking, go for it, be a kid and enjoy.
Well, apparently here's why I shouldn't have.....
I overhear another parent, asked the same question as we follow them down the stairs. The response from the far more sensible parent than me?
"Noooo darling, we won't be having those tonight, I think those can wait til the weekend, don't you agree?" To which I am sure little Johnny or Janey or whomever was asking was thinking, Noooo I most certainly do not agree, you strange woman!
It's Tuesday night, folks, and the poor kid has to wait til the weekend to eat some chocolate. Now if one is particularly opposed to chocolate, we as parents had the opt-out option for a sultana or equally boring alternative.
So what do you think? Am I lax or laid back or just uncaring of civilised dietary norms?!
|Currently gracing our coffee table, I'm clearly an addict....|