So we were driving to school this morning, and talk turned to dinner.
Mr 10 was adamant he wanted to cook sausages tonight: Two kinds, pork, and chicken.
"And you're going to have to eat some Mum," he said. "You need more iron in your diet."
(WTF? He is 10 and would eat lollies all day if I'd let him...)
And then Miss 8 chimed in. "Yeah Mum. If you don't eat your meat, I'm going to tell Pa-Pa, and he'll go mad at you then. He'll be all: 'You've got to eat your meat, or you can't have anything else to eat'." (Said in her best impersonation of my Dad).
This has all stemmed from the fact that because I love animals, I'm trying to abstain from eating animal products.
I won't say I've turned veggie, because my kids are carnivores, and it's not always possible or healthy for me stay completely meat-free, especially if I'm in a rush. But I've certainly cut down and I feel better - physically and emotionally - since I've done so.
But the kids don't like it. They love meat, even though they also love animals, and they can't get their heads around the fact that someone would choose to eat veggies instead. Whether or not they are pornographically-shaped or boringly normal.
I'm lucky that they eat veggies and salad too, and will try anything once, so we kind of compromise when it comes to meals, so that there is something for everyone.
And I love that Miss 8 thought of telling on me to my country-living Dad. Yes, Pa-Pa certainly loves his meat and three veg for dinner, and his German heritage always come out at meal times because he's constantly trying to feed us up.
Gosh, my kids are funny.
Recently, I was wondering aloud if I should go ahead with plans to attend Nuffnang Australia's blogopolis in Melbourne. You know because of the expense, and the fact that it would involve a night away from them.
"Is it for blogging?" asked Mr 10. "Yes," I replied.
"Then you have to go," he said earnestly. "It's your career. You HAVE to go, if it's going to benefit your career and your blog."
Aww, so wise and such a big heart.
Then there's the funny stuff.
During the nightly goodnight call whilst they were at their Dad's one evening, Miss 8 started telling me about their dinner. "It was yummy," she said happily. "We had those rolls we had the other night with you. You know, the casseroles."
Oh how I laughed.
Readers, what do your kids say that make make you laugh, cry or just think WTF? And have you ever been told on?