Today for lunch Gretchen made spaghetti. As soon as we sat Augie down in his chair, he looked at his bowl, started crying and whined, "Don't want it. Don't want it." After 3 minutes of tears, I took his fork, stabbed some noodles, batted his hands away and forced a tiny piece of noodle into his mouth. Five minutes later, he said, "More noodles?" Kids.
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