"You're done eating?" I asked.
"Yeah, I all done," she told me again.
"Did you eat ANYTHING?" I questioned her.
"Yeah!" She told me very matter of factly. "I ate cheese and gawlic bwead. Soooo, I all done!"
I started to march her back to her seat to begin my argument with her about eating, when I decided I just didn't feel like it that night. Screw it. Instead I let her go to take her bath. I mean the way I look at it, she had her grains in the bread and her dairy in the cheese, and can't garlic be considered a veggie? It does grow in the ground and all.
I'm not so sure this is what Jaime Oliver had in mind when he started his Food Revolution.