Oh dear, I am irredeemably middle class...

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DS1 (3)already refers to all play car parks as 'The John Lewis car park'. When we are out, if he smells a bonfire or smoke from a chimney, he now declares loudly 'Mummy, I can smell a wood-burning stove'.

Bless im.

ponce

If he asks for his dinner to be pan-fried, it's gone too far.

I wouldn't mind if we actually had a woodburning stove.

Oh this is funny. DD pronounced the other day that she'd like "a babycino please mummy".

It is quite embarrassing. My son said today when he finished the last yogurt that we would have to cycle to Waitrose to get another one. I wouldn't mind, but they'd be cheaper in Sainsburys.

I suspect they indoctrinate him at school, when I asked him if he wanted to go to Burger King, he said 'NO. Burger King is junk food, I want an apple'.

My DD (she was 6 at the time) asked upon reading a sign in the supermarket

"mummy, what is a ready meal?"

I felt this way the other day when dd1 told me all her friends talk about their housecoat and not their dressing gown.

SomeGuy, oh they definitely do indoctrinate them. DS1 regularly tells me that pizza is BAD for you. I reply, through gritted teeth, that entirely home-made pizza is not bad for you and is in fact full of vegetables (and not the potato croquettes and spag hoops that they give him at nursery).

Doozle, I have a friend who moved to the burbs a few years ago and when she told her children to go and play in the garden, they told her that they didn't know how to play in the garden and couldn't they please just go and get a cappucino at a cafe instead.

What is a housecoat?

Ds (5) greeted a playdate the the other day with this...
"Oh, I'm looking forwards to you coming to play. We can have my favourite supper - coq au vin and polenta"

Oh my goodness - I am afraid to say these are indicators of being 'common'. My dd rolls around in mud, loves jaffa cakes and is known to swear.

In Sainsbury's at the frozen fish freezer. DS, then about 12, says in piercing middle class accent:

"Why do you insist on making everything from scratch? Why can't we have a ready made meal?"

Second what's a housecoat? Is it a dressing gown? If so who calls their dressing gown by this strange name?

What is actually wrong with a ready made meal?

...and are you dead posh HF? Actually my two regularly roll in mud and eat jaffa cakes too. Jaffa cakes are very middle-class.

My dd always asks to go to JL.... she loves having her feet measured!

Absolutely nothing, hf128219, as long as you like food that isn't fresh, and the addition of a handful of unnecessary ingredients! Oh, and the lack of any parental involvement and care re what your children see as being food/ingredients.

Or are you just being deliberately provocative?

midnight housecoat is a dressing gown....what you call it depends where you were brought up. It is a housecoat in my house.

EPPM, mine too. If we're going to get one set of feet done I have to actively restrain the other DS so that I don't end up having to fork out for two new pairs of shoes.

Not that I squeeze their feet into ill-fitting shoes or owt.

frozen ready meals rock! from freezer to the oven nay faff

Thank you tinypawz. I always thought a housecoat was one of those little lightweight coats that some women wear to do the cleaning in, like an apron, but with sleeves and buttons, or serving in a shop. What's one of those called then?

MN is an education.

"rolls around in mud, loves jaffa cakes and is known to swear."

I think you've stumbled on some totally classless activities there. I bet the contents of an Eton dorm, a council flat and everything possible in between could subscribe to those activities.

My dd got back from visiting the posh pescatarian outlaws to my own mother planning a barbecque...she surveyed the frozen burgers with disdain and asked if we were going to have fresh salmon

They are overpriced, have that nasty ready meal taste, never taste as nice as home-made, they divorce people from the realities of what food is actually made from, and they turn eating/cooking into a mechanical process (insert processed food into mouth, do stuff, then wait for shit to emerge from other end) rather than something to do for its own sake.

That's the short answer.

Long answer is here:

www.amazon.co.uk/Bad-Food-Britain-Nation-Appetite/dp/0007219946/

Housecoat? Dressing Gown?

Kimono!