Saying "yesh"
My campaign to get daughter three to eat healthily is not going to plan. I packed her off to school the other day with a long talk about growth and living a long, healthy life. She looked at me with big wide eyes and seemed to be taking it all in. I picked her up at the end of the day. "I didn't eat my sandwich because I don't like chicken any more," she said, "but I did eat all my cucumber." That was about five slices of cucumber. That's all she had all day. Hmm. It is healthy, but living on starvation rations is not going to get her far.
We had another chat. Daughter two rather overenthusiastically embraced the role of healthy eating educator and practically forced her to eat the sandwich. She likes to boss her sister around whenever possible and was pleased that she was not in the firing line - last week she complained about her helper teacher trying to separate her and her on/off best friend. "She said we were talking too much," she said in shock. "But we were talking about work, Mummy." Outrageous.
Meanwhile, the baby tried to grab daughter three's sandwich off her and continued his persecution of the kittens whom he seems to regard as pillows. He has suddenly started speaking actual words. I asked him if he was hungry yesterday and there was a very forceful "yesh" as he reached for the fridge.
After another healthy eating talk in the evening, we retired to do homework. This is now occupying rather a large section of the evening. Daughter three has reading and spellings every night; daughter two has reading, spellings and music homework and had extra maths and English this week because she forgot her homework last week; and daughter one seems to have hoarded all last week's homework up for this week and had art, geography, history and RE all in one night at one point. This is very unlike daughter two who is keen to get ahead of herself. She was drafting her opus to Santa, with the aid of the Argos catalogue. "I'm not sure Santa shops at Argos," I ventured. She took no notice and ended her letter with a flourish. "I hope you have had a good rest." Then there was a PS. "And I hope Mrs Santa is well." She will be when she gets a moment to sit down.
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