Bob has to come to us tonight early, his mother has job at a pub. Fab news.
She’s given him chocolate for tea. So much so, even by his own words “LOADS of chocolate” he doesn’t want anything else to eat.
So all he’s has since lunchtime at school is chocolate. And lots of it.
** Additional ** We got a text the other day of Bob’s ‘dinner’ – “Look Dad, I made a face…” That is not a dinner. I’m so glad we pay for him to be fed at school