spaghetti is the answer

Every night we sit down together and eat dinner as a family. And every night Meredith squirms and tries to get out of her high chair. She'll eat a little but she's always ready to leave the table long before any of us have even made a dent in our own meals. But tonight was different. Tonight we had spaghetti (and I know she's had it before) and for whatever reason, she wanted to eat... and eat... and eat. Thomas and M both left the kitchen while I remained sitting next to her while she ate... and ate... and ate. Maybe we should have spaghetti every night? Dinner was much more enjoyable!