“Mum that’s a meagre meal...”

Says L, 7 years, after supper. Oh dear, so eloquent and probably true! Pasta pillows again. I’m going through a very unimaginative low energy cooking phase. But this morning it seems Rossy aged 19 months took matters into her own hands.

Pre school, they had all had breakfast, big wheatabix/toast/fruit breakfast, and were playing happily in the sitting room so I grabbed the chance to do a few jobs upstairs. I was away for nearly 10 minutes. On return R was in the kitchen having somehow got the bread from the table and neatly unpacked the whole loaf. She had found two snack boxes one red one yellow and was placing slices in each, while holding two half chewed slices for herself. Perhaps preparing stores for later?  It was a wonderful scene which was only enhanced by finding the other two watching tv with a slice each .... that Rossy had given them. You see she appears on be on an anti meagre (anti austerity) drive all of her own, to compensate for her mother’s short comings. L looked thoroughly pleased with his sisters approach.