This is Exactly the sort of suggestion that has caused me to avoid all parenting publications, as a matter of principle. She eats when she wakes up, again just before leaving for pre-school, and once more at school, when she tells them she hasn't eaten yet. Meanwhile, I also have to get them dressed and combed. Now they slime their clothes, or just plain don't like them, so upstairs again to change. Of course, now the shoes don't match.
Keys are in the playroom.
She's hiding in the closet, naked. Breakfast, my eye. She also believes that those feel-good writers who comment on the ecstasy of parenthood are really freaks who just don't understand the gravity of the situation. She also adores her husband, David, a man of infinite patience. If you like her work, she'd love the encouragement.