As we left school yesterday I noticed The Youngest was chewing.
“Are you eating?”
She just smiled at me.
“You’re chewing, what are you eating?”
She chuckled a little, she may have chuckled more if her mouth hadn’t have been full. Her friend intervened at this point.
“She’s eating a carrot off the floor”
Of course she was. I’d seen the carrot on the floor, it was dry and a bit wrinkly, it was grim. Yet, Little Miss Hungry had seen it and thought
“Yum, I’ll have that”
I made her spit it out, little grot bag.
I’ve just made her lunch for today with a lovely fresh crunchy carrot in there. I know it’s a good ‘un because I’ve eaten some. Thing is, I feel bad. Why did I make her spit out her tasty treasure? She’d have already chewed the gravel and muck off of it then I made her give up the good bit.
Being a parent is hard, we have to make a lot of quick on the spot decisions.
Yesterday I got it wrong.