This is how it's supposed to be!

We eat a lot of pasta in our house; a LOT of pasta. Jeffrey has a long-standing aversion to spaghetti and traditional macaroni, though, so we rarely have bought those shapes. Gilad firmly believes that there is no point whatsoever in eating pasta without mozzarella cheese, so we always cook pasta of any shape in milk pots.

Recently, though, Kayla and I have had a craving for angel hair pasta and similar along with some sauce and cheese, so I bought some thin spaghetti last week. I was cooking some for lunch and offered to make enough for 5 year old Gilad, and showed him what I had. He pushed his lower lip out into a pout and then began to sob. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Eventually he blurted out, "It's supposed to come with meatballs!" Apparently in his world, that's automatic; there is no spaghetti that doesn't come with meatballs.

Eventually he accepted he could just have thin spaghetti with mozzarella cheese.