Me: "eat your pizza."
Noah: "I'll just eat more bites of my (raw) spinach."
Me: "No, you can't just eat spinach. You have to eat the pizza too."
What is it about that main course that makes it seem so important? Just for fun, I took a photo of his carefully constructed dinner tonight. It doesn't look too much like a picky toddler dinner (although the sectioned plate is a dead giveaway).
But look what he was missing out on :-)
Hey, this blog is the perfect place for posting photos of dinner, right?