An Omelette for Dinner.

This humble bean omelette was centrepiece at dinner this evening.

Beans, grown in our garden by the husband. Omelette, carefully cooked by our big girl (with assistance).

Our little man, who usually detests vegetables in all forms, loved it and probably ate about half of it before dinner. Our little lady probably saw his enthusiasm and followed suit. 

I didn't expect it to be as big a win as it was. But, keeping it real, they're just as likely to suddenly dislike it the next time I decide to make it!

Our little man and a neighbour around his age have been getting into little tussles here and there. We do our best to stop it from happening but there was a slapping fight one day, apparently not started by the little man but no one knows for sure. 

Later that day, the husband was asking him how he felt during the fight.

Little man: I tried to slap him harder but I couldn't because my hands are too tiny.

Probably not the answer the husband was looking for, but he said it so sincerely, we had to stifle our laughs.

Sigh. This little man really keeps us on our toes.