Or they have one child, who willingly wears knee-high socks and enjoys playing croquet with Father after dinner of an evening.
My kids, on the other hand, would happily have a Nutella sammitch every day of every week for an entire school year. And sometimes it's really tempting to let them, because the reality of making healthy lunches for two children with varying tastes is a head-doer-innerer.
For example -- this morning, making a ham-and-salad sandwich, I must remember that:
Mr 9 does not eat butter. Under any circumstances.
The Princess loathes lettuce.
Mr 9 won't have one even tiny skerrick of cheese.
The Princess won't have dijonnaise. Mr 9 will, but it has to be next to the ham.
Happily, they both like grated carrot, and cucumber, so they get plenty of that.
Now -- fruit.
The Princess likes RED apples. Easy.
And Mr 9 likes GREEN apples, but they have to be really green, and tart, and the supermarkets just don't sell them like that. Grannies are now quite sweet, and often floury, and Mr 9 spits them out. But he also likes mandarines, and happily we have plenty.
A snack for recess? -- ahhh -- Bad Mummy gives them a slice of cake. Not even remotely healthy, but really, what's the point to life if you can't have a little slice of chocolate cake once in a while? At least they didn't get it for breakfast!
