Posh Nosh.

Stuck in that 'what on earth shall we eat for tea tonight' type rut, I made the mistake, this morning, of asking Small Sprog what he would like to eat when he got home. 'Mummy's going to the supermarket today, do you have any requests for tea?' I trilled on the way to school, wondering how I was going to squeeze this shopping trip into an already action packed day.

'Meat' was the reply, 'lots of meat'!

'Chops?' I suggested.

'And bacon........and sausage'

'Chops today and bacon and sausage tomorrow then'

'No' he howled, 'all of it today'.

He obviously hadn't eaten enough breakfast and could clearly still eat a horse.

'Well lets try and spread it out a bit' I suggested.

'and Salami' he cried, ignoring me.

'Salami?'

'Yes, as a starter'.

'Starter?!'

Of course, in our elegant suburban bubble, we have starters, main and desert every night, sorbet to clean the pallet too on a Tuesday, (not)!

It's mealtime....get me out of here!

Tall girl has finally lost her wobbly tooth, hooray! It took her at least 45 minutes to eat her tea last night, the rest of us can wolff it down in 10!! The trouble is that Small Sprog has the attention span of a gnat, especially in the evening when he's tired. Sitting still at that time of night is no mean feat for him (where is all this leading?) well, yes, I'll get on with it now.

We have had a crack down on table manners. Small Sprog must stay at the table until we've all finished (I had no idea Tall Girl had a 'wobbly' when the new regime started). This is the sort of regime that you know you should instigate, because sometime soon someone will visit who has children with perfect table manners, but you keep putting off.

So Small Sprog squirmed and sang and fiddled and moaned and generally made a fuss about waiting for his (awkward) sister to finish. After 15 minutes Husband was getting a little edgy too. After 20 minutes I offered to pull it out (the tooth of course!), I know the mouthful of food would have been revolting to delve into but patience was low all round!. Noooo, she howled between mouthfuls, it will hurt. Not as much as watching Small Sprog squirm I thought.

25 minutes into the ordeal Husband started to clear the table! Hm. Then he gave Small Sprog some dishes to put in the washer. Then they both miraculously disappeared. Funny how that happens sometimes.

I haven't bothered taking a photo of the tooth, to gruesome. This is the nearest thing I could find! The rocks are naturally occurring and can be found at Hound Tor on Dartmoor. I took the picture when we visited in February.

My lovely boy

Just arrived home after stocking up on alcohol before budget rises!....No not really. Actually just been to the dentist with Small Sprog and Tall Girl. Though in hindsight the alcohol would have been a good idea.
I hate the dentist. However I don't want the children to catch the phobia, so it's always a little 'edgy'. Today was no exception. They voted me first in the chair. So I was given some specks and duly reclined whilst gripping the arms of the chair for grim death.
My dentist proceeded to prod around a bit and then used an instrument to squirt a sudden rush of cold air into my mouth.
'What was that?' piped up Small Sprog.
'Just some air' said my dentist.
'Oh some air into mummy's mouth.........goes into her mouth' he started singing, while I have several sharp instruments filling my mouth, unable to hush him. I knew where this was going but I was helpless. He hums for a while and then repeats the beginning of his song again and finally he found it. The words for the end of his song,
'and out of her bum, fart fart fart!'
My lovely boy!