But I just want to eat what I want to eat
We were very spoilt on holidays. Our hosts provided meals including dessert, even at lunch! A Boy could just about get used to that.
One evening he was particularly busy in his own private universe visiting Naughty Monkey (who, by the way, isn’t really naughty, that’s just his name) for a birthday party. So naturally he’d eaten already and didn’t need any dinner. Well, ok, he was thirsty so he’d sit down for some juice. And no, he didn’t even need dessert as he’d already had some. Then pudding arrived....
“Oh, well, I didn’t eat much dessert”
We managed to convince him that he would have to eat some real dinner before getting real dessert.
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