When Batman versed Superman

*Spoiler alert* I give away the end of Batman vs Superman in this post. If you don’t want to know what happens, don’t read this post. You have been warned.

Last weekend, we took the boys to see Batman vs Superman. We waited until some of the hype had died down because dealing with the crowds, showing up two hours before show time and line ups are not my thing. I just can’t deal. I know this and because I know this, I don’t put myself in the situation where I know I am going to get mad dealing with the things I know I can’t deal with. Makes sense, right? Based on my past experiences, I know it is better to wait a week than try to fit a round peg (me) into a square hole (super crowded place I don’t want to be in).

Last weekend was the perfect time to go, the theatre was packed but we didn’t have to line up before and we were still able to get pretty decent seats showing up twenty minutes before show time. All in all the movie was alright. I really liked Wonder Woman but didn’t really like Batman or Superman. Batman is not supposed to carry guns so him having a kryptonite shooting gun bothered me. He should have found some other way to get the kryptonite into Superman. Batman with a gun is a cop out, in my opinion. He has an advanced military research facility with the best scientists in the world working for him, he is supposed to be beyond guns. And Superman is kitty-whipped. Am I the only one that sees this?

For what it was, it was nice to see a movie with the kids (that wasn’t animated) but I think I would have enjoyed the Jungle Book more.

Now here is the most interesting observation of the entire movie and it comes from Maks. Towards the end of the movie, when Superman dies (I warned you) his mother Martha comes in and give Lois Lane the ring that Superman was eventually going to give to her. And Maks had this reaction (and yes, we talk during movies. It’s not loud but there is a running commentary throughout just about every movie we see).

Maks: “Is that a marriage ring?”

Me: “Yes”

Maks: “They are supposed to get married?”

Me: “Yes.”

Maks: “Can dead people get married?”

Me: “No.”

Maks: “Then that’s dumb. Don’t they know dead people can’t get married? He shouldn’t have given her a ring.”

Me: “Superman got Lois the ring because he loved her and he didn’t know he was going to die. He thought they would end up getting married. Now stop talking.”

Maks: “I still think it is dumb. He wouldn’t be dead if he didn’t keep trying to save Lois.”

And I agree with him. I am not a lovey dovey type person. For the most part romance and sentiment are lost on me. But if Superman stopped swooping in the save Lois, then maybe he wouldn’t be dead and she wouldn’t be Superman bait all the time.

Just saying.

I am looking forward to seeing the Jungle Book though.

Story # 1 – The Tale of the Rum Smuggler

Lately the boys have been coming home with some interesting stories from school. And I swear there were these two stories that just left me flabbergasted. I had to ask for clarification halfway through both stories and I even asked them to tell me the stories again after they were done, just to make sure I had heard the right thing the first time around. Turns out the stories were just as crazy the second time around.

Here is one of those stories. This one is from Mats’ class.

During lunch one day, a little girl in Mats’ kindergarten class decided to show everyone what she snuck into school in her lunch bag. Now the school has pretty strict rules on what you can bring in for lunch. It is a combination of the usual things like; no peanuts or other tree nuts because those allergies could lead to some pretty serious reactions, to some pretty nutritionally specific ones like; no candy or chips at all because the kids need to eat healthy. From what Mats’ tells me all the kids in his class are pretty good at making sure their parents only give them the things they are allowed to have but every once in a while someone sneaks in some chips or candy and they cannot resist showing the rest of the class whatever it is they have snuck in. Successfully sneaking in gummy fruit gushers is a pretty big deal in kindergarten. So on this day one of Mats’ classmates was really excited to show the other kids what she smuggled into class because it was way cooler than candy. When they were sure the teachers were otherwise occupied, she pulled out her loot. It was a teeny little bottle of rum. RUM!!! As one little boy pointed out rum is alcohol. And yes, it really was rum as in the alcohol. She had snuck into her parents alcohol stash and swiped a little sample bottle of rum that they had put away. She thought it looked very neat and wanted to show everyone the really cool baby bottle of rum her parents had at home. Now she knew it was wrong to sneak the bottle but she wanted to show it off to her classmates so after her mom has made her lunch and left the room, she went over and swiped it and hid it in her bag. (According to Mats) But the big part of Mats’ story was that she lied to the teachers when they came around and asked about it. She claimed it wasn’t hers and that was what Mats’ was flabbergasted by. She lied after telling everyone about it because she knew she would get in trouble. Now if the little boy who recognized that rum was alcohol, hadn’t made such a big commotion about it being a bottle of rum, the teacher would never had known that some sort of contraband was being passed around the lunch tables. But when the teacher heard the commotion, she came over to investigate and discovered that the hoopla was not over fruit gushers but a bottle of rum. She took it away from the kids and went to make some phone calls. I can only imagine how interesting the call to the parents would have been that day. This child will forever be referred to as the Rum Smuggler.

When Mats’ told me the story, I had to stop him a couple of times to confirm what I was actually hearing because I couldn’t believe that a five year old actually smuggled rum into an elementary school.

I thought that only happened in high school.

Quality conversations

Conversations in my house are strange. They seem to happen in these overlapping waves. I am used to conversations being between two or more people where everyone takes a turn talking and expressing themselves. It used to be like that but lately it seems like our conversations are being spoken over other random conversations with other people all at the same time. Usually the other people talking over the conversations are the boys. It never fails, when Millhouse and I are sitting in the living room; engrossed in our own thing and not speaking at all, no one else speaks. But then we start speaking and the boys decide that is best time for each of them to start speaking at once. It is a strange phenomenon.

Here’s an example of what happens:

We are all in the living room and no one is speaking. Like no one at all. Millhouse is playing clash of clans on his phone, the boys are watching TV and I am reading. It is quiet except for the TV.

Then it happens. Millhouse makes some comment about something, and the rumbling, waves of conversations begin:

Millhouse: Today I heard about this climate change thing on the radio. Did you hear about it?

Me: No, I didn’t hear it. What’s it about?

Millhouse: It is about th…   *Cue Mats and Maks to start babbling about something at the same time*

Mats: Mommy, Ronald made a giant chicken today at school. IT WAS GIANT!!!!

Maks: Mommy, when we were playing tag, Sam ran right into the playground. RIGHT INTO IT!!!

Mats: Mommy, I don’t like salami. I only like crunchy things. Tomorrow just give me salami in my lunch, nothing crunchy.

Maks: Mommy, I have homework but I am not going to do all of it today. I will do some of it today and the rest tomorrow. And then I will study for my test after I do all my homework tomorrow.

And then the conversation between Millhouse and I ends. We are distracted by the giant chicken, asking questions about playground antics and all the other things that the boys have thrown at us in the last twenty seconds. The boys will continue for a little while longer and then they too get quiet. It is like the lay in wait for someone to break the silence and then all the things they have been wanting to say all day comes tumbling out.

I am not sure why information gets passed along like this. I don’t believe in the old school thinking that children should be seen and not heard. I encourage my kids to talk as much as they want. Sometimes they talk for hours on end about everything and anything that crossed their mind and sometimes they just don’t. Like everyone else, they get distracted by other things in their life, like Minecraft and Pokemon, and forget they have things to tell me. They only seem to remember when they hear Millhouse start talking to me and then the waves of conversations start.

I wonder how long this will last?

Why I opted out of parent teacher interviews

Right after the holidays it was report card time. Because of the work action at the end of the last school year, all the report cards were cancelled in June and we didn’t get them at all. Instead, we got a note from the teacher telling us whether or not the child had passed into the next grade. It wasn’t very helpful but now with everything settled, we would finally get a report card.

Given that Mats had been given the principals award a couple weeks earlier, I figured his report card would be a reflection of everything his teacher had already told me. And it was.

Now Maks, he’s the wildcard. I know how hard he has been working at home. I see him doing his homework and practicing so it came down to if his teacher was seeing the same things I was. Most times she isn’t and I was right. Even without looking at the report card, I knew what to expect from his teacher. She has been very blunt about the fact that she doesn’t want him in French immersion. She has made that clear every time I have gone in to see her. She just doesn’t think he can do it. This gets me mad because the teacher he had in-between this teacher, thought he could do it. And she helped him improve greatly. But this teacher has decided it cannot be done and she decided this two years ago. When he was a completely different type of student. And to make things worse, thinking he can’t do it is one thing but she takes her opinions one step further, she doesn’t teach him so when he falls down she can point it out and use it as justification for him not excelling in the program.

Now, I do not suffer from the “Little Emperor” complex. I am fully aware of the capabilities of my children and will not go out of my way to tell a teacher she is wrong just to spare my children’s feelings. I recognize in a very realistic way what my kids can and cannot do. But this teacher is wrong. She is biased against Maks, for whatever the reason and I just don’t have time for it.

In grade one she gave him a couple of months to see if he would be the student she wanted to teach and when she decided that he wasn’t, she stopped teaching him. And she has done the same thing now even though his work and work ethic have improved greatly since grade one. She refuses to read with him and when she does she will stop half way through the book and tell him he is not reading it right and then dismiss him. She doesn’t tell him what he is doing wrong or how he can improve, only that he is not doing it right. The same thing applies to his written or oral work. She has no problem telling him he is not doing it right but won’t tell him how to fix it or what she expects to see from him. This behaviour breaks Maks down. He just feels like everything he does is wrong even though it isn’t. He sees his classmates moving ahead but he is not because she just does not give him as much time as she gives the other kids. It’s frustrating for me because I want to help him but how can I help him if I don’t know what’s wrong.

So I didn’t bother going into parent teacher night. I have no interest in listening to her tell me that he is falling down in key areas but not responding when I ask her why she doesn’t read with him more. So I have gotten Maks a tutor who can help him with his French and I am declining any meetings with his teacher. Unless she has something constructive to say, I have no time to meet with her.

What happened in between

I haven’t blogged in a really long time. Almost six weeks, which isn’t the longest that I have gone without blogging but it very close. I have been around but blogging has been really low on my list of things to do.

So here is what has happened since I last blogged (in no particular order. This is just as I remember things):

  • Mats won the principals award. He has been doing really well this year. He is now the “big” kid in his class. He has taken on more of a leadership role and his teacher really likes that. She wants him to start practicing for next year now. He knows the curriculum really well and having him review is not helping him anymore. So he needs to start working on the curriculum for next year so he doesn’t get bored. Based on all this, his teacher decided to give him the principal’s award at the last celebration assembly. He was pretty proud of himself, as he should be. He was telling us for about a week before the assembly that he would be getting the award but he didn’t know the exact date of the assembly. It wasn’t until his teacher sent home a note that we knew when it was all going to go down. Since I was back at work, I could not go but Millhouse and Beanz went that morning to see him get his award. He was super excited to see that he had a cheering squad and he held up his award proudly for them to see. That night we had bacon pizza for dinner because how else would you celebrate getting the principals award when you’re five.
  • The NP was on TV. Well, she was on more than TV, she was in the local paper and on TV. Her drum squad was featured for being the youngest group in the province to actually perform and compete for drumming in the province. Which is pretty damn cool. But the fact that she is also the only girl in her squad is also a pretty big deal. She has been drumming for forever now and she holds her own against the boys and now she is being recognized for just how good she is. It is a pretty cool accomplishment she has achieved.
  • Trinidad happened. I LOVED it. It helped heal me. I needed it. LOVED IT.
  • Millhouse discovered a ghetto version of Dave and Busters about two blocks away from the house. It is a small laser tag/mini golf/arcade type place. It doesn’t look like much from the outside and the inside is really small but for what it is, which is a place for the kids to burn off energy, it is really good. It is the type of place where we can take the kids on a Sunday afternoon when they are bored out of their mind and it will keep them busy. They have been a couple times and they seems to really like it. Mats gets really exciting about getting to go there. I think it is because he is finally getting included in some big kid adventures. I thought it was expensive until I found out there was a wagjag deal for it. Now that I have coupons, we will be going there more often. J

Christmas 2016

You know I am behind with this blogging thing when I am writing about Christmas on New Years Eve. But hey, better late than never, right?

Christmas was quiet this year. We tried to keep things low key and for the most part, we succeeded.

One big difference this year is we went to the mall to see Santa. For the past 12 years, we have gone to my work party for the kids to see Santa. This year my work let me know that since I was currently on leave, I was not invited to the party and neither were my children, which hurt. Not because my work was being petty but because the kids actually looked forward to the party and were asking about it. So to make up for not going to my work party I took them to the mall to get some sort of face to face time with the big guy. To Mat especially, this is a big deal. Santa is the man when you are five and I couldn’t not let him see him.

We got to the mall just as Santa opened but there was a huge line in front of us. Apparently people had lined up from 8am even though Santa didn’t show up until 11am. But we were there already and decided that meeting with Santa needed to be done, so we lined up for two hours to see Santa and ten minutes before it was our turn, Mat started throwing up. Literally, he said he felt sick and then starting throwing up everywhere. He threw up all over himself, his shoes and my purse. I had to send Maks through the mall to grab Beanz and the NP who were sitting just off to the side waiting for us to get our pictures done. Thank goodness they were there or else I would have been hopeless. The NP jumped into action and grabbed a custodian who came right over. I rushed Mat over to the bathrooms and after stripping off his sweater and cleaning up his shoes, I got him back to Beanz just in time for him to get to see Santa. By that time, he was a bundle of nerves. He wasn’t feeling well, he was in the presence of a rock star and he was just out of sorts. He managed to talk to Santa and keep everything down on the ride home, which is always a good thing. I think him being sick was a combination of nerves, a lot of milky bubble tea and a stomach bug that would take over his little body the next day, that got to him. From that day one, he was so sick, he didn’t help do much but he was back to himself by Christmas eve. Which was good because Christmas eve is a big deal when you are five and to spend it throwing up would not be fun.

There was the expected craziness of the kids on Christmas morning and to be perfectly honest that was my favourite part. I love the reaction and the excitement. Even if you don’t feel it yourself (and I didn’t feel it this year), they do and they react with a level of frenzy and exhilaration that is just contagious. I am happy just feeding off their excitement.

The highlight of all the presents given and received this year was when Mat discovered a 500ml bottle of root beer in his stocking. He was beyond excited about that. It was something he told everyone about. And I think it is something he won’t ever forget. It was an unusual stocking gift but it absolutely suited him. He loves root beer but we limit how much of it he has so to get his own bottle in his stocking was a huge deal.

After all the presents opening and cleaning up, it was time to cook. I made a lot of food this year. I made about 25 different things, if you count the sweets but that was because I was expecting more people than we had. I wanted to make sure we had enough food. I have this thing about having enough food. I never want people to come over and there not be enough to eat. I would be mortified if that ever happened so I always make a lot and a big selection because I want to know everyone can eat as much as they want and if I am lucky there will be just enough leftovers.

Just enough leftovers is a good thing in this house. There was a lot leftover but that is a blessing for me. Leftovers mean easy repurposed leftover dinners. We had two different kinds of soup, plus loads of hash and stirred fried vegetables thanks to all the leftovers. It sounds weird but I love the leftovers just as much as I love the food itself.

We ate into late in the day. The kids played with their toys and books and things. We watched ridiculously horrible action movies and went to bed before midnight.

All in all, Christmas was good. I hope yours was everything you imaged it would be.

November – when everything breaks

November was a rough month. We had so many major disasters in November, it is not even funny. So many big ticket items broke; there was a point when I really thought I was going to have a meltdown.

First the bed broke. Our bed is pretty impressive. It is this solid wood massive old school bed. It has this pillar things and iron framing on the top. It is just whoa. Millhouse fell in love with it and had to have it right away. He loved it up until it broke his toe a couple of months ago. Then he wanted to get rid of but that is a different story for a different time. Right now back to how the bed broke. When Millhouse gets home from work, he is exhausted. He has worked all night and he just wants to go to sleep so he falls into bed like a drunken mastodon. He just stumbles, collapses, grunts and then falls asleep. Most times he doesn’t care which side of the bed he falls on or how he lands, just as long as his head is on a pillow, he will sleep. So he did he patented mastodon falling down move one day and he heard a loud crack. We have this super tall mattress on the bed along with a box spring but somehow he had managed the break the wooden planks supporting everything. And because he was tired, he didn’t bother to really look over what caused the loud crack. Instead, he just rolled to the other side of the bed and went to sleep. When he got up and remembered that he had made the bed make a noise it doesn’t normally make, he decided to investigate. The weight of everything on the bed had caused the planks to break off the frame. Millhouse attached them back together with extra-long screws and glue but I am not sure how much longer the bed is going to make it. If you roll over onto the not so secure side the bed groans in distress and I have visions of waking up to a slanted bed one day. More specifically, waking up to a snoring Millhouse rolled on top of me because the bed has collapsed on one side and gravity has propelled him forward and I am slowly suffocating but he doesn’t notice because he doesn’t realize that it is me he is squishing.

Next, my car went kaput. My car is a special kind of creature and is really old. But since it is a Honda, it is still running and I will keep driving it as long as it keeps running. With that being said, it is still running so in theory it should still be on the road but it’s not. I have it living in the driveway right now because the gas line has rotted away. It is so bad that if I fill the tank in the morning by afternoon I have a half a tank. Now there is no gas in the tank right now as I am not driving it. Nor will I put gas into the tank and drive it to the mechanics for fear of having it spontaneously combust on me. My next option is to have the mechanic come tow the car for me, which out of all my options I like the best. There are two mechanics we go to and they are both family friends. And I know that they are both on holidays right now. In fact, they were in holiday mode in November and that is why I did not take the car over yet. When people are in holiday mode, they are slack. I know these guys will do a quick patch job and have me come back when they are not busy in January so I decided to wait until January to get the car fixed. Right now I am not too keen on driving and if I have to go anywhere, I go with Beanz or take Millhouse’s vehicle. My car is sitting in the driveway, and I will look into fixing that one in the new year or maybe figure out a way to sell this car and get a newer car in the new year. I haven’t decided which yet.

Last one and the biggest one, my stove died. Like full out stopped working. Within a 48 hour window all the elements on the cook top went out and would not go back on. The oven still worked but it was uneven. One side was running way hotter than the other so cooking anything in there was uneven unless I went in and turned it halfway through. I started using Beanz stove for big meals and cooking smaller things on my counter top griddle but neither of these were long term solutions. I don’t know a lot about stoves but I know if this is going on, then that means I don’t have much life left in the stove and had to get a new one. A couple of people gave me tips on repairing it or the contact details of people who could fix the stove but the stove was so old I couldn’t even find the model details and the fuse panel that I needed to replace was being made anymore. I was out of luck. I hemmed and hawed for almost a month before I bit the bullet and went out and got a new stove. I dragged Millhouse to eight different stores before I found a stove that I liked and was cost effective. I wanted to make sure we got a stove that was going to last a really long time because I really did not want to go through all of this again anytime soon. Out of everything that broke last month the stove was the most important thing to get replaced and the new stove was delivered today.

Here’s hoping nothing breaks in December.

Sharing a bed with a five year old

Last night at 3am, while the entire world was fast asleep, I lay in bed half awake. This is nothing new. I have not been sleeping well for months now so being awake at 3am was not as disturbing as it has been. I have starting embracing it. It is usually around 3am when I stop trying to make myself go to sleep so I can be sure I am able to wake up when it is time to wake up. Anyway back to my story, it was 3am and everyone else in the house was asleep. Mats was asleep beside me and for the most part, everything was status quo.

Then Mats changed things up on me.

He kicked off all the covers and stood up on the bed. He looked around and then took a few steps towards me. Then he turned around so he back was facing me and sat down with a plop right on my stomach. All while he was still asleep.

And the very first thing that popped into my head when he did flung his butt onto my stomach was: “AW MAN!!!! This kid thinks he has walked to the bathroom and he is about to pee on me”. This is going to get messy real quick! I wasn’t concerned about the fact that Mats was asleep in a sitting position on my stomach. My concern was what was about to come out of his butt at that very moment.

So I sat up super-fast and pushed Mats off my stomach. I tried to wake him up so he could go back into his spot on the bed but he wasn’t having any of it. He sprawled out across the entire bed and decided he was going to sleep there. I wasn’t having him take over the bed like that, I might not be sleeping but I wasn’t going to give up my warm blankets without a showdown. So I hoisted him back up into his spot, covered him up and lay back down. Then he promptly woke up and asked for chocolate milk.

I told him it was 3am and he was to go back to bed because there was no chocolate milk readily available at this time, so he lay down and fell asleep. And I lay down and went back to thinking about if I should add caramel candies to my coffee in the morning.

For the record, I did not add the caramel candies to my coffee even though I do think that would be a delicious idea.

Mats wants to have a baby

Lately Mats has been expressing his need to procreate. This was something he sort of sprung on me out of the blue a couple of weeks ago. We were having our nightly conversation about the state of the world and he told me he is going to have a baby when he is ready. Now given that Mats is FIVE, I didn’t really expect to be having a baby conversation with him this early on but if this is what he wants to talk about, then this is what we are going to talk about. After the first conversation, he has mentioned the baby on and off in passing every now and then, but I pretty much know he has pretty much figured out what he wants to do.

So here is the gist of the conversation.

Mats has decided that when he gets old enough, he wants to have a baby.

He is not too keen on the getting married part and has decided he will go ahead with having the baby but not getting married. He knows people can have babies and not be married and he is cool with that. I did, however, stress to him the importance in making sure whomever he decides to procreate with knows his intention upfront about not getting married. I explained to him that some girls would prefer to be married when they have babies and they could get very angry and upset if they have a baby with someone who did not want to get married. Now at this time, he does not have a specific girl in mind to have the baby with but he is confident this is something he can figure out as the time gets closer.

I also explained to him that he would have to work really hard as a dad. I told him being a dad is more than just playing with a baby and he will have to work harder than he has ever imagined working to take care of his child (and yes, at this time he only wants one baby). He told he knew how hard it was to be a dad; you have to work all day and be really tired when you get home, you never get to watch your own t.v. shows or play your own video games, and you have to buy things all the time for your baby but he is OK with that. He just wants to have someone he can love because he says having someone to love is important.

Now, so far through the conversation, Mats had an answer for every question I posed to him. He had really thought about this and it was obvious. But his last statement threw me for a loop and I wasn’t sure how to explain it to him; he wanted to have the baby. As in he wanted to be the one to carry and birth the baby. This is why he didn’t think the marriage bit was important, he wanted to be the one to do it all. And when I explained to him that boys could not actually carry babies, he got very upset. He thought it was really unfair only girls could have the babies in their tummies. He didn’t understand why a boy who wanted to have a baby could not just get one put in their stomachs like girls did. This put a whole new spin on our conversation and I was stumped as to how to explain why only girls could carry children. Thankfully, he was really tired by this point and I told him we would finish talking about this part later.

So far he has taken me up on that, and I am glad. Cause I still don’t have an answer for him.

Jack Sprat and his brother

Maks is a big kid.

Like a big kid.

He is eight years old and weights 100lbs. He is over five feet tall. He is taller and heavier than just about every other kid in his class. He is bigger and heavier than most of the kids in the grades above him as well. He is routinely getting asked if he is older than ten. Most people just do not believe he is eight by looking at him.

But he is eight.

Mats is a little kid.

Like a little kid.

He is five years old and weighs less than 40lbs. He is just over three feet tall. He is smaller and lighter than just about every other kid in his class. He is lighter and smaller than most of the kids in the grade below him as well. He is routinely getting asked if he is younger than five. Most people just do not believe he is five by looking at him.

But he is five.

Having a really big kid and a really little kid makes things complicated when it comes to food, eating and dinner time. Maks will eat everything that is placed in front of him and then he will go on and eat something else after he has had his meal. He will generally have a pre-dinner snack, followed by dinner followed by an after dinner snack. His eating isn’t just about junk food either, he has no problem finishing off containers full of fruit, smoothies, cereal, or crackers and cheese. He eats continuously throughout the day and he is starting to show just how big he is.

Mats, on the other hand barely eats; he will nibble occasionally but unless he is forced he routinely never finishes his very small meals. Mats refuses to eat anything that is wet, has a sauce, cannot be held or is hot. He needs to eat handheld foods that leave his hands dry and cool. Pasta, soup or rice is not something he eats. In fact, suggesting pasta, soup or rice leads to meltdowns and tears and the occasional throwing up. He also cannot eat large portions of anything. If his dinner is larger than a hotdog, he won’t be able to eat it all. It is as though his stomach just will not allow that much food.

I am the proud parent of Jack Sprat and his little brother. If you don’t know the nursery rhyme; Jack Sprat could eat no fat. His wife could eat no lean. In between the two of them, they ate the platter clean.

In this case Jack Sprat is Mat and since he does not have a wife, Maks is the partner in crime. Between the two of them, I spend almost $1000 a month on groceries but neither of them has the same dinner. Most nights Maks will get a large plate of food with protein, carbs and a bit of veggies. But Mats will get a considerably smaller plate with a few pieces of protein (if I am lucky), a bit of carbs and loads of vegetables and salad.

It seems so odd to me that either will eat what the other one likes. The both refuse to eat like the other. The doctor assures me that they are both healthy and not to worry about how or what they are eating. He says when it comes to food, as long as they are eating, they are OK but I still wonder if they are getting enough.

For now though, I have the living version of a nursery rhyme at my dinner table.