Thursday, October 03, 2002

My cubs' star sign is Cancer. Joules - who knows about these sorts of things - told me a while ago that Cancerian children tend to be reluctant to try new foods. This is an understatement, it's like drawing blood from a stone to get the cubs to even try a teeny tiny mouthful of something new and sometimes you'd think I was trying to get them to eat rat-bait, the way they carry on. So it was with some hesitation I gave them their dinner tonight.

Cub 1 peers suspiciously at his plate. 'These sausages look different.'
'They're chicken sausages - ' - chirped I (with the disclaimer of 'they're just like chicken rissoles only sausage shaped' ready on the tip of my tongue.)
'Chicken sausages? YUM!'
*blink*
Pardon? I'm not programmed to them reacting positively to new foods. I didn't know what to say, so I simply smiled weakly and left them to it. They cleared their plates, so I can't complain...

Something else Cancerians tend to do - young and old - is when they're upset they 'pull into their shell'.
Cub 2 was tired and cranky today, and upset because his brother wouldn't let him use the coffee table to set up a train set, so, sobbing heart-brokenly, he flung himself on the couch and put a cushion over his head. I went to check on him, and he growled at me:
'Don't touch me, mummy, can't you see this is private?!'
'Why don't you go to your bedroom then?'
"Because I want to be here!'
Ooookaaay... back away slowly...
The contradictory behaviour of 'I want to be alone in front of every body, I put down to the Leo moon in their astrological chart. *grin*

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