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Mealies and billtong for breakfast...

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So Liam wakes up this morning, its Saturday and we generally veg around until about 11:00 when we go to Kindermusik.  I ask what he wants for breakfast and he tells me "mielies".  So what do you do?  Do you give in and feed the kid corn for breakfast?  Insist on him eating some sugar coated cereal? 

Well, I caved, so he had corn with butter and arromat for breakfast.  About five minutes later he begged me for some biltong, I caved... Bad mommy, I know, at least he washed it down with water, not cream soda.

The thing is, I had some crackers and yogurt for breakfast, Gerhard had nothing as he was on his way to the golf course, so really, how can we preach to a kid about what is considered to be 'normal' breakfast type food?  It really is hard enough ensuring that that actually eat something, so when they ask for something other than chocolate - you give in.  I know people who would rather die, but hey, I say if it does not kill them, it makes them stronger...

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