A visit to the police station 😃

So it went abit like this …….😄

I give fourth born her tea, she only eats half of it and declares she’s not hungry.  I send her back and tell her she must eat some more.  I then catch her chucking it in the bin!  She gets a big telling off, starving children were mentioned and I tell her she will have nothing else to eat this evening – she doesn’t care, she’s not hungry 😛

Two hours later we are dropping third born off at Scouts and the conversation goes as follows:

“Mommy I’m hungry” 😳

“Tough Lana, you should have eaten your tea”

“I wasn’t hungry then but I’m hungry now.  Can I have something from the shop?”

“No”

“You can’t starve me you know!” 😄

I don’t reply, I just sigh heavily

“You’re naughty, you are, it’s not nice to starve your little child”

At this point I start howling with laughter “Go and tell a policeman then” 😄

“I will” she replies

At this point I offer to take her to the police station – she agrees this is the best course of action ……..

I do a swift U turn and head back into Town

“You do realise they may lock me up for not feeding you don’t you?”

“Yes” she replies 😳

“How will you get home if they lock me up?”

“I’ll walk home or ring Daddy, he’ll feed me!” 😄

At this point it becomes a battle of wills and stubbornness

I pull up opposite the police station and we get out of the car

“Are we really going in there?” she asks looking not the slightest bit worried

“Yep” I reply and march up to the glass door ……..

My dear little daughter waited until I had my hand on the door before a little voice said

“I’m sorry” ❤️

We get back into the car, she taps me gently on my knee and says “I’m still hungry” 😜😜