Balanced meals - myth or mrs?

Saturday morning. Rain pounding on roof. Incentive to stay in bed, particularly if wiggly offspring can be enticed to vacate my bed. Brainwave. They are old enough to make their own breakfasts. Tell them. Sink back into snowy white duvet, Ahh, They vacate and I listen to happy noises in the distant kitchen. 

An hour later. Surface. Shower. Head for kitchen. Pull out milk. Note that it seems to be down a bit. Look for new bottle. Missing. Hmm. Search kitchen...

Breakfast for two children aged 6 and 7: 
6 Weetbix (2 for her and 4 for him)
1 huge bowl of jungle oats (his)
1 huge bowl of All Bran (her)
2 litres of milk...

TWO LITRES! Argh. Not even teens. Sigh. 

Let's not mention the cheese. Smile. Say cheeeeeeese! "Flash!"