Max is so full of spaghetti right now, it's a wonder his hair hasn't turned into pasta strands. He's had it for lunch and dinner every single day of our vacation. He'd have it for breakfast, too, if we let him. Not a bad food, in the scheme of things, though I wish more restaurants had the wheat kind. In Max's book, any sort of pasta qualifies as spaghetti—rigatoni, penne, macaroni, whatever, so we can always find it on the menu unless we're at a Wendy's or something, in which case he's forced to have a burger. Tragic, I know.
Max's word for spaghetti is kinda hard to understand ("eh-eh-eeeee") but I always make him tell the waiter what he wants, and then I translate. "Add butter," I'll add in a whisper, because we're still trying to fatten skinny Max up but he's a purist—he doesn't want any butter. Not even one lousy meatball. Just spaghetti, thankyouverymuch, with a side of marinara sauce. Eaten with a spoon. Stirred, not shaken.
One of these days, I need to dye some pasta purple with food coloring. It would be worth it just to hear his squeals. If any of you happen to know where to get some online, do tell.
Which food is your kid loving right now?
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