And not because I have anything against Italians.
It's just that every time I fix pasta for dinner Jillian will walk in the kitchen and the conversation goes something like this.
J- "What are we having for dinner?"
Me - "Pasta"
J- "I don't like that."
Me - "I don't care."
J - Now whining "But Mooooooooom!"
Me - "I fix one dinner for everyone. You know that. You either eat it or you can go hungry. We've gone through this before. It's your choice."
Ever. single. time. I exaggerate not.
Then as we sit down to eat it's a struggle to get her to eat it at all. She usually fills up mostly on garlic toast and once she gets eating it she will usually finish off the small portion that I give her.
But seriously. If she falls for an Italian or someone who loves Italian food? She is in serious, serious trouble.
And so is he.