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If you ever injected truth into politics you have no politics.


This is Henry's angry face.

I am reasonably certain that is uncannily like the face I pulled last night after spending an hour slaving away over a hot stove cooking dinner after spending eight hours slaving away over a hot computer only to have my oldest child turn his nose up and refuse to eat one single thing on his plate, telling me that it was "yukky".

I will concede that the rissoles were dry, and the roast veg a little overdone, but it all tasted okay. How could he be so certain when he didn't taste it anyway?!?
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Roddy said…
Believe me my son, you children always knew, when you too hadn't touched a thing on your plate. The bane of every parent. Having their children better informed than them. Absolute bliss.
9 September 2009 at 21:51
Chris Wolf said…
is it time for some kid-friendly meals? finger foods, mac and cheese, with a few veg. sides? Compromise has within it the 'promise' that everyone gets a turn to be pleased and to suffer....
10 September 2009 at 02:02
yamini said…
Is that my dear Henry, turning his nose upon a meal that you so lovingly cooked for him? Ha ha ha ha ha :-)))

Going by Roddy's comment, life has come full circle for you Kris.

I know what you'll say to that.
10 September 2009 at 15:20
Diederick Wijmans said…
Intuition? Children have more developed senses than adults and politicians!
10 September 2009 at 18:11
KL said…
Because it didn't contain any meat?
11 September 2009 at 09:25
Kris McCracken said…
Kids are just plain fussy!
14 September 2009 at 10:19
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