Mine, for example, was flawed because it was “pampered and capricious.”
Another big topic of discussion was food.
Neither my mother, nor my grandmother, nor my mother-in-law, did anyone like the fact that mine did not rush to food like a lion in the antelope in the herd’s tail.
According to my grandmother’s calculations, at least the child should have eaten buckets of soup and mountains of steak every day. He should have screamed for food, asked, taken from the table. And beware, if he doesn’t do that, I should take action and not leave him without food! “Do you want me to eat it?” I annoyed them every time I heard this with the “uneaten child.”
My child, from the whims of the nation, has become the eater of the earth. He must eat well and well. He doesn’t mess with 2 sarmales.
It’s 8-10, it depends. The scariest part is that she’s starting to cook, so it’s not up to me anymore. Cook and eat. He looks at recipes on Youtube, he’s a big fan of Jamilla, he looks at Chefs at Knives, he documents himself and cooks the same way he eats – that is, a lot and well.
I was sincerely glad that I discovered it whole and did not explode on the walls so that I would have to collect it with a cloth.
I told her I was glad she didn’t bang.
And that’s how I reminded him how things were 5-6 years ago, when he ate very little at all, and the whole nation was talking to me. I told them even then to be patient, that she would eat in this life, she just had to get hungry. I answered them the same way when he was a year old and they asked me why he doesn’t speak because Cutărescu’s son from the back of the village is also a year old and he speaks – I told them that he still has nothing to say. Which is what happened. It’s the same now.
He will be satisfied with the food, but he is not yet full.