Occasionally I have to congratulate myself on my ingenuity in the kitchen. Tonight faced with not a lot at all, for a glutton free babba to eat, I whipped up a "God Knows What" concoction of tuna, sweetcorn and potato, with a sprinkling of cheese, arranged it fetchingly on his cutest spongeware baby dish, and presented it to my son in his highchair.
There was silence. He did not pick up his fork. He looked at me. Looked away from me. and then with his eyes fixed firmly over my head, muttered the immortal words: This din-dins stinks Mummy.
I have never been so ashamed in my life. I mean really, what kind of Mother serves stinky food to her pride and joy??
Call social services, then lock me up and throw away the key.
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Oh Alison! That made me nearly pee myself! I can just hear little Finn and see the look on your face! I have to ask…….WHAT did the little guy get for din din? Or did he cave in and eat the stinky food?
(I must say, the combo did not sound appetizing but perhaps if they were served up separately?) Ah, you make me smile. You are not a bad Mummy….you are just like the rest of us when the cupboard is a bit thin and ideas are even skinnier……
LOL but it sounds absolutely yummy to me. Maybe I try something like that today and serve it to my teenage daughter.
ADORABLE!!! Thanks for giving me a good chuckle!