I once read a story about a mom who let her kids have chocolate chip cookies for Sunday dinner. Twice. After much whaling during church, she told her kids they could have the cookies if they were quiet. Dad however did not think this was the best idea. He decided to take it upon himself to cook Sunday dinner, which included lamb pilaf and lamb with couscous and apricots. It took him hours to make it and in the end the kids looked at it and him in dismay and hardly ate anything. The next Sunday he made chocolate waffles. I suppose the point of the story is it's okay to relax a little and let them eat cake. Or in my case M&M's on their heart- shaped pancakes. Which is what we had for dinner on Valentine's Day.