Breakfasts aren’t my problem. She’ll eat breakfast, second breakfast, even third breakfast. Dinner on the other hand, is my problem. Or to be perfectly accurate the lack of dinner.
Riley probably eats dinner once or twice a week. Although she is very keen on redistribution of food. From the bowl to a cup to a tray and back again. Although some how snack food pilfered from her father seem to escape the whole dinner embargo. Like corn chips this evening. Jammed into her little mouth as fast as her little hands would go. But somehow my delicious (and healthy) bean, veges and rice was beneath her dignity. Go figure.
At least I still have bananas.
My name is Zoey. 
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