Even at six years old, my granddaughter is a very slow and particular eater. A couple of years ago, after she'd been to stay with me, I wrote this poem.
If you eat up all those greensthere’s another Yorkshire pud.
I don’t like those beans.
Eat them up; you really should.
Can I have some chocolate cake?
Only if you eat those peas,
and the mashed potato too.
Money doesn’t grow on trees.
Why don’t I have some chicken?
Mum said you like fish fingers better.
I’d like to have a bone to chew.
I’ll take a pic and send a letter.
These chips are not good, you know.
Mummy always buys McCains.
Seems I cannot get it right;
even baked beans must be Heinz.
Original Articles. Constant-Content.
4 comments:
It's always nice when we're able to spend time with the people we love. We have a couple of those picky eating Grandkids also. She's a very pretty young lady, have fun.
She is so adorable :)
That is a really fun poem. She reminds me of my niece. The poem makes it even more so.
Thanks Jude - I have read some of your posts about your grandchildren.
Thank you Dori - of course, I'm biased, but I agree.
Cheers Ratty - one of the best things about grandchildren (and nieces, no doubt)is that you rnjoy them and then give them back when you get too tired.
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