High Praise Indeed

We had spaghetti for dinner tonight.  Lucas made it following my mother's recipe so it was definitely a family meal.  The kids were excited because they recognized the food.  Sometimes they ask "what's for dinner" and I panic because I honestly don't know what to call the creative mix of ingredients in the pot.  But I try to make up a cool name on the off chance they will actually like it and request a repeat performance.  I've finally figured out, but still have to remind myself often, that my kids are not asking "what's for dinner" in an effort to nag me into the kitchen or comment on my lack of pre-planning.  The fact is, it's five o'clock, their tummies have alerted them of their need for food, and their brains just want to know if the menu will be yummy.  Tonight it was.  We even had parmesan cheese.  I love the way "parmesan" sounds when said in childese.  Gideon delivered the crowning compliment:  "Thanks for the spaghetti.  I'm glad I got to make the choice to come to earth."