One night, I made dinner for the kids. When I set it on the table, Claire began to cry. Yes, cry. Nobody touched it. And that was the straw that broke my back. This thankless job was over. Everyone opted out for cereal. Fine. If cereal is what you want, that's what you'll get. When Andy got home I went to the store and this was my cart:
From then on, I started cooking whatever I felt like eating for dinner. Kids don't like it? Have cereal. I don't feel like cooking? Have cereal. Tired of cereal? Eat what I'm having. Don't like it? Have cereal.
It appears cereal has lost a lot of appeal because they have liked what I've been cooking. But I still don't feel like cooking pretty often, so... you guessed it.
7 comments:
Mmmm...cinnamon LIFE cereal. Oh wait. What are you making tonight? ;)
cereal.
I love the fortified junk food option for all the reasons you mentioned above. Reminds me of Bread and Jam for Frances. A childrens lit must-read!
oh i gotta read the above book! and jen, this was the best solution your brilliant little sister ever thunk up!
YES!!! That is brilliant!!!! Personally I don't think I could survive motherhood with out Peanut butter captain crunch!
Liz, I was leaving your name out in case this came across as neglect.
stroke of a genious! read that like i would say it.
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