Paris-based writer Pamela Druckerman had something approaching an epiphany while on a seaside holiday in France with her husband and 18-month-old daughter, who she nicknames ‘Bean’.
"We were staying in a little hotel and had all our meals in restaurants around the port,” she explains when we meet in a café in Paris’ Marais district.
“Each meal got worse. Bean would eat some french fries, then tear apart some sugar packets, then demand to get up."
So far, so toddler. Yet Druckerman also noticed something else.
"After a couple of days of this I looked around and realised there were all these French families who were having a completely different experience. They were having long multi-course meals with children who were eating their vegetables and sitting in their high chairs.” Full story...
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"We were staying in a little hotel and had all our meals in restaurants around the port,” she explains when we meet in a café in Paris’ Marais district.
“Each meal got worse. Bean would eat some french fries, then tear apart some sugar packets, then demand to get up."
So far, so toddler. Yet Druckerman also noticed something else.
"After a couple of days of this I looked around and realised there were all these French families who were having a completely different experience. They were having long multi-course meals with children who were eating their vegetables and sitting in their high chairs.” Full story...
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