My Sister is 11 years younger than me,and 6 years younger than my Brother. We knew when she was a baby, that Mom was spoiling her, though she denied it. The proof came one night, when Sis in her high chair, didn’t want to eat. ot even try what we were having for dinner. Mom got up and scrambled her an egg ! When Bro & I would have, had to sit at the table all night until we had eaten what was in front of us.
I remember as a little kid having to sit at the table over cold rice pudding, dropping the odd tear into it, for two hours. Didn’t eat it then – never eaten it since. I knew exactly what was the matter with Mary Jane. https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rice-pudding/
Lucy Rudy almost 4 years ago
I tried to leave it once and she made me come back and eat it.
ChukLitl Premium Member almost 4 years ago
It was more of a Yes/No question; Do you want supper?
The Reader Premium Member almost 4 years ago
Take it, or leave it for later!
Gent over 3 years ago
And she let you dye your hair light pink when you’re a kid?
blunebottle over 3 years ago
We said to our kids, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it, but we’re not making anything else. They ate it.
1953Baby over 3 years ago
The only thing my mother couldn’t cook was pork chops. . .took me awhile to get the trick, too. . .
walstib Premium Member over 3 years ago
Binary diet.
Michael G. over 3 years ago
Real character builder, wasn’t it, Aunty?
[Traveler] Premium Member over 3 years ago
Do you want dinner? What are my options?Yes or no.
Kokopelli over 3 years ago
My stepmom used to say Eat it or wear it.
jango over 3 years ago
Acorn didn’t fall far from the tree!
Jeffin Premium Member over 3 years ago
But when did you take leave of your senses, Aunty?
Ken Norris Premium Member over 3 years ago
We always told our kids, “If you don’t like it, dinner’s over.”
christelisbetty over 3 years ago
My Sister is 11 years younger than me,and 6 years younger than my Brother. We knew when she was a baby, that Mom was spoiling her, though she denied it. The proof came one night, when Sis in her high chair, didn’t want to eat. ot even try what we were having for dinner. Mom got up and scrambled her an egg ! When Bro & I would have, had to sit at the table all night until we had eaten what was in front of us.
zarilla over 3 years ago
Pink hair at that age? Is that common in England?
cuzinron47 over 3 years ago
I didn’t even get the option to leave it.
Katzi428 over 3 years ago
It’s this or PB & J (peanut butter & jelly)
Phanakapan over 3 years ago
I remember as a little kid having to sit at the table over cold rice pudding, dropping the odd tear into it, for two hours. Didn’t eat it then – never eaten it since. I knew exactly what was the matter with Mary Jane. https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rice-pudding/
mandy052878 over 3 years ago
Parents told me to try it and if I didn’t like it I didn’t have to eat it. But I always tried a little bit of most foods.
bakana over 3 years ago
At our house, if you didn’t eat every bite, my Father would save it and it would be your Next Meal.
And, if you ate too slow, the kid Next to you would snatch the Good Stuff right off your plate.
paullp Premium Member over 3 years ago
I’m surprised that I’m the first to point out that it should be consisted, not existed.
FreyjaRN Premium Member over 3 years ago
I shouldn’t have read this. Back to the bathroom to puke up another lung. Oh, I hurt.