The weather has finally turned here in sunny Perth and today was cool, overcast and drizzly. Not bad since we're only a couple of weeks away from winter and we've been enjoying a long, dry, warm summer since about October. I decided to cook something appropriately wintry and warming and was really looking forward to it when Offspring #2, aka Miss FussyBum, aka the thorn in my side when it comes to mealtimes, asked the question that echoes round the world.
Her: Mum, what's for dinner?
Me: Roast beef, roasted vegies and apple pie for dessert.
Her: Yuk! I don't like any of that.
Me (grimacing and trying not to throttle her): Hmmmm...
Her (suddenly brightening up): Oooh, can I have ice cream with the pie. But just a little bit of pie. Or maybe none, just ice cream.
Me (resigned and nodding): Sure, as long as you eat your dinner.
Her (triumphant): Sure, as long as you don't give me much.
She ate her dinner, complete with tomato sauce, despite complaining that the roast carrots were 'sour', I'd given her too much meat and the roast potatoes should have been peeled because she doesn't like skin. But... she ate her dinner. And yes, she got ice cream with her pie. She ate all the ice cream and some of her pie. We call that a win. For both of us.