Last week I found myself recounting this story to a bunch of people and being lazy have decided to plagerise myself and reproduce the tale here.
When my sons were around 3 and 4 I used to look after them all weekend and so had to cook meals for them. One Sunday evening I decided to cook fish fingers (Breadcrumb coated fillets of cod - very popular with kids). The children had been playing up all day so were under strict instructions not to leave the table until all their food was eaten.
I served up their dinner and continued cleaning up the house. I checked up on the boys every minute or so but they were not eating.
I told them again, "You will go straight to bed - no story - no TV, unless you eat it all".
After about fifteen minutes I was beginning to get very angry at the lack of consumption, when the 4 year old came and found me in the kitchen.
Like a reverse of the scene from Oliver twist, in a faltering voice said , "Please don't be mad but we've eaten as much as we could, it's just we don't think these should be like this".
He held out a fish finger, which on closer inspection, was slightly burnt on the outside and still frozen solid on the inside.
We went to McDonalds.
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Bazza
I think I would have opted for the burned/frozen fish to McDonalds. Then again, I'd prefer a stick in the eye over McDonalds!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, fish don't have fingers. They have fins. In the US, we call them fish sticks. They don't carry sticks, but sort of taste like it.