I remember stopping at a hotel in Brussels with three small children round about the same age. There was an elegant French mummy and Daddy with two little girls that spoke perfect French and they all ate with serenity and poise. How I hated them and boy, did I feel that I was from some primal grouping when it was survival eating rather than a recreational activity.
Oh the memories that came..when our kids were young. Eating at Paihia in the chinese restaurant..we complimented young nephew Matt on the tidy way he was eating..but he let us into his secret..all the prawn shells were pushed under the lazy susan! I wonder how long before they smelled them!
I remember stopping at a hotel in Brussels with three small children round about the same age. There was an elegant French mummy and Daddy with two little girls that spoke perfect French and they all ate with serenity and poise. How I hated them and boy, did I feel that I was from some primal grouping when it was survival eating rather than a recreational activity.
Oh the memories that came..when our kids were young. Eating at Paihia in the chinese restaurant..we complimented young nephew Matt on the tidy way he was eating..but he let us into his secret..all the prawn shells were pushed under the lazy susan! I wonder how long before they smelled them!