A conversation with me and the five year old, where we talk about the dinner I made for him as a treat for doing well at swimming.
“Mummy, are hot dogs healthy?”
[smiling, knowingly, perhaps, dare I say it, patronisingly] “No”
“Well, they are not made with very nice meat, just the leftovers. And they have probably got too much salt, and sugar and preservative in them, and they don’t really fill you up so, well, I guess you could eat too many and then that wouldn’t be very good for you”
“Why did you feed us hot dogs for dinner?”
“Mummy. That wasn’t very kind.”
No son. No. I guess kind it was not.