A few years back I called my own Mother a liar. I don't generally accuse people of lying unless I'm absolutely sure, and I was sure of this.You see my Mum claimed that my husband had eaten all the sausage rolls she had made one Christmas. She had not made very many as I had told her that he doesn't eat them. So that was it the Mother who I loved and respected had turned into a liar about sausages of all things. That was strange behaviour even for Mum! I had known my husband for around ten years at the time, and I couldn't get a sausage past his lips so I knew Mum must be lying, but why?
And now to add to it all it appears my husband has passed these strange food rules to my boys! Joshua has decided that he only eats bananas in the summer. Although he conceded to eat half a banana a few days ago as it was quite a hot day. Jelly is great as long as there's no fruit in it. Hubbie agrees with this rule as apparently it somehow contaminates the jelly. Josh will only eat hot pasta. Noah complains if the pasta is hot and suggests calling the fire brigade to cool it down. "Call Fam!" which translates to call Fireman Sam. I have warned him against calling the emergency services over such a minor matter and suggested merely blowing on it will be enough. Noah, who has been known to eat bark (and also trick Ollie into eating some, believing it was chocolate) has now decided that corn on the cob is fine, but off the cob it is a different matter and should be scattered on the floor. And now as baby man Jacob nears to weaning I'm left to wonder what bizarre food rules he will insist on. Only eating tuna on the fourth Wednesday of the month in a leap year perhaps? One things for sure, cooking meals that the whole family will eat is going to be hard work for a while!