Oh well, no dinner for me. Dad's having a tantrum like an infant child and is refusing to cook me anything. He's going to do mum some dinner, but not me. It's not my fault that I don't eat like a normal kid. Perhaps if I wasn't brought up eating shite since the age of 3 then I might like more foods. How is that my fault at all? What was I supposed to say. "Mother, father, we need to discuss this food situation. It has come to my attention that you are feeding me nothing but chips and fish fingers. I hardly think that's a suitable diet for a child of 3 years-old. Perhaps you should stop buying Chinese takeaways as well, and feed me something decent for once. Do you not realise that I'm in the critical stages of development?" Fucking dickhead. Now he's asking me whether I want cereal or rice crispies, knowing that I don't like either. Oh, good, that's it. Give me a tenner and tell me to go out and get my own dinner. I'll just accept that I'm not going to get anything tonight. Now my mum's having a go at him for being an arse. Stressing her out over nothing is only going to kill her quicker.