Tuesday 30th August 2011
Zephy would rarely have a sandwich for lunch. Purely because he generally has a sandwichy based snack at about 5ish & I prefer to give him something more substantial that’ll last him. His body seems to burn through a sandwich like a furnace would a match. But as we are on the move again today, it seemed like the easiest thing to eat on a car journey.
When Zephy took his plate out to the kitchen after dinner last night he noticed that there was a chicken drumstick left.
“Can I have that?” He asked eagerly.
“No, that’s for lunch tomorrow…” I replied, earmarking it for my wife to take into work for her lunch. “…come on, off to bed.”
“Oh…it’s not fair.”
Fast forward to lunchtime today when I handed him his sandwich in the car.
“Where’s my chicken drummer?” He enquired with enthusiasm.
“No, Mummy took that for her lunch today.” I told him.
“Ooh…” He tutted, sandwich still in hand, mouth open. “…that…is SO not fair.”
“Oh sorry darling, did you think it was for you?” I consoled.
“Yeah…I don’t want this!” He said throwing the sandwich across the car.
He eventually got hungry enough to eat the sandwich & all was forgotten…until Mummy got in the car.
“Did you enjoy your chicken drumstick for lunch today?” He quizzed with a smirk on his face.
“Yes thank you…” She replied not really knowing why he was asking. “…how about you, what did you have?”
“A sandwich.” He said grumpily.
“Oh nice, was it good?”
“No, it wasn’t as good as your drumstick.” He said sulkily looking out the window.