I don’t understand parents who brag at all: “Today my son (daughter) had his (her) school friends over. So I called all six (seven, ten) of them into the kitchen and served them a delicious lunch. Some even asked for more. Why, we don’t mind, let them eat.
Really? And you feed them, all those people? And another question for compassionate parents:
Don’t you feel sorry for the money, time, and everything else you spend on feeding children you don’t know? They actually have their own parents to feed them.
I had one such case. When my son was in school, I think in third grade, he brought home five (okay, not the whole class) classmates at once. They played in the room, and I was just in the kitchen, making dinner. Mashed potatoes and cutlets.
My son came into my kitchen and asked: “Mom, will you cook soon? I’m hungry.”
Sure, I said, soon, son. Go wash your hands and sit down to eat. And my son whispers to me:
– The boys are hungry, too. Should I wash their hands, too?
– No, they don’t need to wash their hands. They’ll eat at home.
At that time these very same classmates come in. My son says to them, “I’ll eat now, wait for me.”
One of them, the cheekier one, says:
-“Actually, I also want cutlets with potatoes.
– I’m very happy for you. You go home now, your mother must have made you something to eat at home. Boys, all concerned. Go home, there is a delicious dinner waiting for you.
The boys turned around and left. I explained everything to my son. He understood. Well, I don’t have to feed the kids I don’t know. They are not even my son’s friends, just classmates. Why should I let them eat at home?
