I didn't intend for Saturday night's dinner to be Elliott's first spaghetti experience. If you look closely at his tray you will see that he actually has rotini that I made specifically for him. He wanted nothing to do with it though. He wanted to eat what the rest of the family was eating. After he enthusiastically scarfed down his meatballs Michael gave him a scoop of spaghetti.
He was fascinated.
Spencer heard we were having spaghetti and he promptly took his shirt off. Smart move, kid.
He didn't get quite as messy as Elliott, but he wasn't exactly clean when dinner was over.
Elliott started saying "done" this weekend. And he means it. When he says done he is DONE. It's adorable and a foreshadowing of the independence brewing inside of him.