My children exasperate me daily with their refusal to eat anything remotely diverse.  Try as I might, getting anything that could be even loosely termed ‘vegetation’ into my son is a mission I have yet to complete.  My youngest daughter is two and fluctuates between trying random stuff to only accepting weetabix.  My hope lies with Eldest daughter who does, at least, give my cooking a try.

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