Ingrates!

We're sailing south, a long trip, and Gesa comes up on deck having spent some time preparing a bite for the kids. Since she finds it hard to work down in the galley when at sea, this is a particular labour of love.

"The delacacies I prepare for our kids," she tells me, "mushroom, cucumber, smoked salmon and crackers"
"And I'm sure they were grateful for it", I say hopefully.
"Nope, the first thing Issie said was 'what took you so long, Mummy'."

Sigh. One day they'll thank us, but I'm not holding my breath for the next fifteen years.