Local Heart, Global Soul

January 28, 2015

Kiwi Daughter Doesn’t Waffle Around When It Comes To Getting What She Wants…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

This archive post finds us back at our hotel in Ichenhausen, southern Germany.

Our frequent visits to Legoland Deutschland, some sixteen kilometres away has been keeping us busy and so it’s been excellent to collapse at the hotel most evenings and just take dinner in their restaurant.

Breakfasts were taken there too and we were pleased because on the whole we found meals in the Legoland park to be rather underwhelming. (maybe that’s also the risk of coming in the last week of the season).

Legoland did however serve up two exceptions and they were both desserts: the first a mixed berry slice, delicious, and second: waffles with strawberries and chocolate sauce, or plain with cream and ice-cream.

We should have taken the hint when we saw the enormous queue, tucked in the Pirate section of the park, seats around it were also limited, so when one came free, Little Mr, Kiwi Daughter and I took a seat to save ourselves a sitting place whilst Himself joined the queue to order the food.

You think we would have learned by now, Himself asked who wanted a waffle and only Little Mr and I did. Kiwi Daughter was adamant that she wasn’t hungry.  We made sure to ask her more than once.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

She got annoyed at the repetition and insisted that she didn’t want one. Stupidly we listened to her and only ordered two portions.

Needless to say, after a very long wait in the queue, when my waffle arrived Kiwi Daughter moved in like a hawk and picked up my fork.

I intercepted that one quickly and reminded her that she’d insisted that she didn’t want to order one, so then began the typical kid attempt at using every trick in the book to get what she wanted.

This game involves a no-holds-bared approach on the part of the kid: wheedling, cajoling and when that didn’t work,  everything from cunning, tantrums and cute.

In the end (sigh) I just wanted enough peace and quiet to sit and enjoy what I had been looking forward to eat so caved in told her I would share.

Kiwi Daughter actually had the gall to complain that she would rather have  it all to herself, but enough was enough, then I really put my foot down and told her off for that, telling her in no uncertain terms that one more word of descent and ingratitude and she would not even get her first bite.

She was finally sensible enough to get the message and quickly changed her attitude.

It ended up being a two edged sword because the waffle was delicious and I wished I’d had all of mine after all. Kiwi Daughter’s earlier drama at the table had left us little appetite to endure the long wait again for a second helping or for Himself to face the still long queue of people that we wistfully passed by as we left this area.

At least back at the hotel there were no queues at the breakfast tables and everyone enjoyed the pretzels and other delicious items on offer.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Above is my  our waffle before the addition of the chocolate sauce, and below, after it…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Both kids loved these…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

1 Comment »

  1. I’m afraid she might have missed out if it had been me…

    Comment by kiwiskan — January 28, 2015 @ 3:21 am | Reply


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