Still hungry

Meal times can be a battlefield at our house. Food that the kids have eaten quite happily for years is suddenly treated as toxic waste.

"Have you eaten all your dinner?" I ask.

"Urghh, I don't like it, Daddy," they say in chorus.

"Which bit don't you like?"

"Sweetcorn," replies the eldest.

"Sweetcorn?...Sweetcorn? But you ate it yesterday and liked it."

Pause for thought. "But...erm...I'm full."

"I'm full too, Daddy," say the other two.

"Well, if you eat two more mouthfuls you can have a yoghurt," I bribe them.

"I want a yoghurt," says the youngest girl.

"I thought you were full."

"I got a bit of room here," she says, lifting her t-shirt up to point at the side of her tummy.

Nice try.