I know I am being punished . . .

We had a bit of a rough afternoon and then got stuck in heaps of traffic on the way home so I decided to make breakfast for dinner. You might think that would be easy and a winner all round (I did), however, as I am dishing out the plates both kids start whining - she doesn't want the pancakes and he doesn't want the eggs and bacon. Seriously? Why can't my picky eaters at least like the same things so I don't have a fight about every dish? My mom always hoped one day I'd understand what she went through - I AM REALLY VERY SORRY MOM AND DAD!!!!