This is what I come home to sometimes:
"Can I skip dinner, mummy?"
And this is how I usually deal with it:
And this is how I usually deal with it:
The Look of Satisfaction (or is it disgust...)
I told you it is good for you!
When will she learn?
I told you it is good for you!
When will she learn?
What can I say: Like Mother, Like Daughter.But at least I have some favourites! Like now, I really wouldn't mind some:
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