A few days ago, Little Man announced that he wasn't interested in the dinner on the table and asked for something else. I apologized saying, "sorry, that's not on the menu tonight."
Tiny Toes's eyes lit up and she decided we should spell out a menu each night. Monday night was the first night. We were having spaghetti and meatballs.
After seeing the menu, Big Daddy decided that spaghetti spelled that way, must be tasty.
We'll see what happens tonight... we went out last night.
