When I was a child, I had a friend and neighbor of Lenka. We played together, and when Mom called to eat, we ate together. The food was the simplest: soups, cakes and so on. After cleaning up the dishes, we went back to our classes.

Once upon a time, Lenkin’s mother visited us. He goes into the case, and in the case asks:

What did you cook for lunch today? for breakfast? for dinner?

My mom wondered why the neighbor had such an interest in our food? When she asked again, she answered:

What purpose are you interested in?

The neighbor was a little confused and then replied:

My little girl doesn’t eat at home. I have no mind, what to do with it? And his cattle, and the pigeons, and all the varieties of salt - does not eat infection! Because you eat so that it breaks behind your ears. The worst thing is that I’m cooking too. What is the secret?

“There’s no secret,” my mother replied, “I’m never bothering anyone. Do not want? So not hungry. Marching behind the table. During the day, they run, get tired, eat everything you don’t offer.

I can’t let my child be hungry all day. You just have to cook what he likes. Today he has your cake with potatoes, here I will go and cook them.