Dinner Time

My baby sister Chloe is so fussy when she eats.

Mum tried to feed her fish fingers and peas, dad tried to feed her a slice of chopped ham and I tried to feed her a soft golden egg with warm buttered bread. But it just ended up on the floor.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaa! don’t like it,” screamed Chloe.

Mum tried to feed her porridge and jam, dad tried to feed her mashed potato and cheese and I tried to feed her spaghetti in sauce, which was tricky and messy of course. But it just ended up on the floor.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaa! don’t like it,” screamed Chloe.

Mum tried to feed her warm mushroom soup, dad tried to feed her plain flavoured crisps and I tried to feed her big chunky chips covered with gravy, all gloopy and thick. But it just ended up on the floor.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaa! don’t like it,” screamed Chloe.

Mum tried to feed her peanut butter on toast, dad tried to feed her chicken and rice and I tried to feed her sausage and beans, but she still wasn’t keen. It just ended up on the floor.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaa! don’t like it,” screamed Chloe.

Mum tried to feed her green wobbly jelly, dad tried to feed her raspberry blancmange and I tried to feed her a nice fruity crumble, which even made my tummy rumble. But none of it ended up on the floor.

“Ummmmmmmm! I like it. Please give me some more,” smiled Chloe.