It seems that everytime we sit down for supper Kit looks at the food, tastes it, then decides it's much more fun to run around the table, go find Dante, or just get up and down off the chair. I had no idea meal times would be sooooo frustrating and almost hurt my feelings. Why won't she eat what I cook?! I've been making a decided point to master the art of trying to get a good meal on the table so we can all eat together and she wants no part of the plan. But then....I made cheesy potatoes....the ones with so much butter, cheese, cream o' mushroom soup in them that you almost don't know you're eating a potatoe. And she ate them, and ate them, and stole them off Troy's plate, and didn't get down until there was a hell of a mess and she couldn't eat anymore. In between bites of potatoe she even ate some pork and I almost fainted. So....it looks like these damn potatoes will be a part of many a meal at our house.
