Have I mentioned how I find it exhausting thinking of what to eat? We want to do a chicken stir-fry later this week but had chicken last night so didn't want to do it tonight.
So I decided on tacos.
Craig likes them. The kids, not so much.
But tonight they both ate with no complaints. None. Kate was excited to make her own taco - lettuce, cheese, lettuce. Sam made his own and ate it.
Kate didn't want to eat any meat but when I fed it to her, she did.
It was all so calm and not whiny that it wasn't until later I realized that they'd eaten.