I was being the most terrible mother in the land today.
I made my son eat his soup. Well, I take that back. I told him if he wanted another piece of bread, then he had to finish his Butternut Squash Soup (Yay! Football is over! I remember how to cook again!). There wasn't much. He could walk away from the soup and be done with dinner.
Instead, he cried. And sobbed. And I set a timer.
"I just wish I didn't have taste bugs!"
Add that onto the dog refusing to lick my bowl, and I'm feeling pretty darn good about my cooking right about now.