Last night we had a yummy pasta(sweet!) dish with peas(yay!) and mushrooms(I love those!) and asparagus(what.) That kid loves him some pasta. He eats frozen peas straight out of the bag and frequently risks losing a finger to my knife while I'm cutting fresh snap peas. He steals the mushrooms out of anything I am eating. I'm pretty sure last night was the first experience with asparagus. Apparently he's not a fan. When he was close to finishing the first plate, I asked him if he wanted more. "Yes! Yes please. But nothing that looks like those things."
The pasta I used was mini-ish penne. Halfway through dinner Alex figured out that those bad boys fit perfectly on the tines of a fork. After spending a solid minute twenty putting pasta on his fork, he informed Travis and I that he was eating it this way because it was easier. Uh huh. More fun? Yes. Messier, which is synonymous with more fun? Absolutely. But easier? Nice try.
Either way I didn't care much. He liked what I made, he was eating and with how long it was taking him to get the pasta on his fork, and I actually got to eat my meal without getting up more often than a incontinent squirrel.
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