Spoilt for Choice

Or just spoilt. Lunches in our house are a constant drama. I am sooooo tired of throwing out all that was packed. It’s not for lack of choice. As a rule, I don’t actually care what my eldest child eats as long as she eats something. Yes, as a rule. This morning I asked her to get out what she would like for lunch:

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After some discussion (me saying no) she reviewed her choices (like she had an option), and went with this instead:

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Yes I know the choccy bar is still in there. You choose your battles.

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