Tanties from 6year old escalated to point of near death and he was sent to his room (again) and reminded (again) that he was missing dinner due to his behaviour.
He was entitled to an apple and a peanut butter sandwich, to be eaten as far away as possible from me, preferably somewhere in China. The stairs would have to do.
Think he finally got the message and I pulled out leftovers from the fridge, only to discover that Grumpy “No, I’m good, I’ll eat at work” had eaten leftovers when he got home from work last night, leaving us with bugger all.
Good thing we were one down at dinner service, otherwise there wouldn’t be enough to go around.