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.