This morning an obviously ravenous Evan went on hunger strike. His demands? To be given some of Amy’s coco pops instead of his porridge.
Now to be fair I think I’d be pretty annoyed if I was given porridge when there was coco pops on offer. In fact I’d be pretty annoyed if I was given porridge when there was any other cereal on the planet on offer. But Evan’s recourse to non-violent resistance at such a young age does not bode well. It’s only a matter of time until he’s chaining himself to his pushchair, demanding greater access to chocolate buttons and an end to the tyrannical regime of belly raspberries.
Ignoring the World Medical Association Declaration on Hunger Strikes I attempted to force feed him. I know that I was risking UN sanctions, but damnit the boy needs to eat. Despite all my cajoling however his lips were clamped together tighter than a vice. All I succeeded in doing was spreading a thin layer of porridge all over his face and hair. Eventually I resorted to putting a single coco pop on each spoonful of porridge. Sure enough he wolfed them down like he hadn’t been fed for a week, but I can’t help worrying that I have set a dangerous precedent.
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HA! Outsmarted by a baby eh? “Dangerous precedent” is the understatement of the century.
Easy way round this – feed them both on gruel ;-)
What are you, the four bears? Porridge is yucky, man!
Honey is nice, though.
Honey makes everything yummy.
Everything is yummy with honey.
Honey makes you want to put things in your tummy.
And that’s where I stop.
LOL. One coco pop per spoonful is genius.
I now plan to employ the same technique with my attempts to get Oliver to eat any of the bread in his ham sandwiches by inserting a Cadbury’s milk chocolate button onto each slice.