Eric hates everything I make (unless it's a potato). So he's been sitting at the table for almost an hour. I'm not playing reindeer games with this kid. So he'll sit there until he eats. And if he doesn't eat it tonight, looks like he will be eating baked spaghetti for breakfast.
I'm done for the night. This chick is tired.
Peace. Out.
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