It's 8 p.m. and my kids refused dinner.

It was cheeseburgers.

They both took a nibble and said they didn't like it. This was after visiting a new splash pad nearby, so they had activity outside. I thought they would be nice and hungry . . . but they rebelled since the cheeseburgers weren't grilled by Wendy herself.

I am planning on putting my foot down. No bedtime snack. No extra meal. No bedtime pizza rolls.

To top it off, I ate one of the rejected cheeseburgers aside from the one I prepared for myself. Now I feel extra full.

Wish me luck.