Kids, don't you just luv 'em. nb

TheBoatman

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Kids, don\'t you just luv \'em. nb

One of the loves in life is my Sunday roast dinner. You know roast beef, lamb etc with all the trimmings.
Well last week my youngest made her first return trip home from Uni, before she even arrived she had telephoned my wife with the weekends complete menu which did not include a roast dinner on Sunday. In fact she insisted on a "brunch" of eggs, bacon, genuine Unwins potato bread, mushies etc because she didn't like roast dinners anymore. Although disappointed I complied.
Then tonight she rings up and tells me that she had just returned from a friends house in Liverpool where she went to Sunday lunch and had a B****y roast lamb dinner and thought it was great!

Who else out there has traitorous children and what penalty should I impose on her?

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Re: Kids, don\'t you just luv \'em. nb

Mine did this when I was a student...but I tracked them down in the end!

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Re: Kids, don\'t you just luv \'em. nb

It's all part of kids affirming themselves.

When mine try this sort of thing on me, those living at home I affirm myself and they get the "While you're living in my house and while I'm paying the bills, I'm the boss and if you want à la carte, you can go to a restaurant (and no, you can't have £20 to pay for it)" speech.

Those that have moved out would get the address of a local greasy spoon, or if exceptionally obnoxious, a one-way lift to a transport cafe a long way away.

Dinner would then be served as planned for those either thankful that Mum's made all that effort or sensible enough to keep 'ush.

A dictator in my own house? Damn right!!!

(SWBO and the kids' permission obtained for this post...)

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