Breakfast

Rockstar wants a breakfast bar. Of the kind I wish he would have every morning. It’s 6pm. He doesn’t want his dinner. I read the contentsprinted on the wrapper: Almonds, dried dates and apricots, honey, cereal, yoghurt. He gets his bar. He eats all of it. Then he eats his dinner. He eats all of it.

Yum.

 

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About Aileen

I blog about living and raising my son in Hong Kong - where toddlers have entrance interviews, parents keep test score spreadsheets, private school debentures can trade for more than half a million USD. Raising Rockstar's the most important thing I'll ever do. We show our true colors by the choices we make in bringing up our children. My blog is a message to my toddler son, about what the world and his parents are like today - for when he becomes a teenager and knows everything.
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